When Doors Close

Though its clearly a door closing
Even Death can be an opening,
But the rare few who are viewing,
Tend to be focusing and dwelling
Upon a future baked in light
But eyes of darkness
See no roads ahead
Guided by inhibitions
They cannot direct their steps
So they look dreadfully upon this door
While they ponder forever more
With despair and despondency..
Too bad Homie...
Jesus made the way for you...clearly..

Shout outs to "Black Rose"