Open the door

When I was at the age 

of younger than I am now

I would take hold

of my bedroom door knob

then hope, wish, and pray

That when I swung it open

I would be in another world

I did dream

If I hoped to an extreme

I could compell the door into another

Another door to a somewhere like

Wonderland

Atlantis

Neverland

The somewheres I've dreamed

I can be happy.

 

 

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