There are four sides to every door

Ponder from which direction you will turn the knob

Deep within you must explore your willing waged war

Knowing some paths will lead you to sorrow and sob

Those that shine bright with contoured purpose

May not be the truest or most sincere path

Those that are blindingly obtuse

May immerse your mind in a warm bubble bath

Nothing is blindingly clear

Don’t be beguiled by the lights of the chandelier