Just One Door

You scream 'no', while I sit still
Insisting that you quickly kill
All protest from within.
Your sight is narrow and
Your skull is thick, while your
Weary soul has grown quite thin.

You tell me that I'm just no good,
That I won't let you be what you could,
But you are wrong, despite the urge
To write me off and move along.

You take me for a fool, full of
Fickle flaky folly.
And I know you are quite stupid to assume
That I am unaware of the way you loom
In stubborn rage inside the cage you
Built in self-inflicted gloom.

You tell me that I've closed each door,
That you can't possibly do any more,
You're done, finished, defeated, unable.
I say that's bullshit and you cannot quit,
For if you would just accept my advice,
I do believe you wouldn't mind the price.

Yes I've closed many a door,
And kept them all tightly sealed,
But the one you want, the one that's best;
That's the one that I've revealed.