You walk down a hallway

A nice breeze in your face

Door after door you pass

Because you desire the one

At the very end.

The door with the prize

That you seek.

You test a couple

On the way down

Just to make sure they open

And they do.

Once you reach the door

You slowly grab the handle

Trying in vain to turn it.

Do you not realize

That we protect the things

In our lives we don’t want taken?

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