The door is closed
Surely locked
Refuses to budge
When I once believed
It would always be open.
It was my door
Wide open
With my thoughts
racing to the written side
At my will.
Jammed,barred
And I’ve waited
Long enough,
Waited for the way
To be unblocked.
Now even I can see
That it is time
To use force,
Grasp the pen and
Pick the lock.