Doors

Do not enter

The meandering moments

Racing through the skull are

Private

Behind is tracking a shadow

Filling the dust

From the tracks you left until

Authorized Personal Only

Are allowed to pick

The scab off the choice

The mistake

The folkish gesture

Avoiding the choice to

Keep Closed

So scars do not melt

Avoiding progress of

tomorrow

Yet you

Push

Further into the

faded postcards

Of the previous, and

Yet we continue to fester

To forgot that progress means

Do Not Block

The forward trajectory

The immense unwritten

Still we

Pull

At what was thrown

Out the window

Onto the pavement

Still we avoid

Caution

And keep scratching,

Ripping, steaming

Of the choices

Once made

And again we ignore the

Truth to follow

The promise we lied

To embrace, the message,

Do Not Disturb

The signs are closed

So we will reach the

Exit