The gate doors had a warm personality, despite its appearance.
It matters not how strait the gate,
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
I stretch my arms
And the gate doors don’t hug me back
But I know that’s for the better
As all things should be
Even when we don’t see what God sees
And although they don’t hug me back
I feel its suffocating warmth
There’s almost no space to breath
There’s almost no space to trip over my own clumsy feet
Yet, if Earth lost control over gravity
I know this gate would hold me straight
It waits for me even when I’m late
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