Ah, what a pitiful sight.

Day by day, hanging on a thread, only to continuously struggle.

Suddenly a hand pulls me from this thread and lifts me to a platform supporting a door…

A door that shall open to opportunity and potential.

I peek through this door and am astounded by what I see.

Entering this enlightening place, I close the door, leaving behind my troubled past.

Everything I ever dreamed of is just short of my grasp.

Investing in what I think will bring me success,

Only weighs me down with doubt and stress.

Scattering about, I run to the door from which I came.

As I twist and tug at the knob, it comes to my knowledge that that the door is locked

And I lack the key.

Wasting time and embarking on an endless journey to find the key

And redeem myself from my novel despair, thoughts race through my mind as I stop.

I realize that the only way out is to succeed.

I then fall to my knees and weep as the artist of misery paints my fate before me.

There is no key for me to find

And I am left to wallow in my past (which has now become my future) indefinitely.