I’ve been knocking on the doorFor far too longIt is near time for me toTurn around and face my existenceTo cast away the slow methodsOf self degradation Nobody would answer behindThe polished oak doorwaysBecause it hasn’t been my timeTo step into that alternate domain.My knuckles are bloodiedAnd my will is weakA new approach is vitalOr I fear I shall actually enterAnd face what I so desperately sought