Reminiscing at the doorway to infinity,
I realised I had dropped the key.
I wait, an impatient soul,
with fingers gliding into my robe.
In vain, I look fruitlessly,
still riding on a hope of victory.
Voices surround my entire being,
questioning my character, my dignity.
I ask, will I be allowed entrance?
Will I be asked to leave?
With chances so bleak,
will I then come back again?
Will I still seek?
How far will this take me, my new face?
Which I no longer recognise, I no longer embrace.
I wish I knew the answers
when I set off that day.
I wish I would hold my guard,
I wish I would not stray.
While I was walking towards you, little did I think,
my journey so far would be about losing my skin.