Decisions Coridor

on decisions.

I stand in a hall
Of billowing mist
There is no place to hide
With doors on every side
My first attempts all have failed
For there are no keys
Farther along an open door
Pain and suffering reside
I quickly shut the door
The next is shining bright with hope
But caution keeps me back
Glass reveals white fluffy clouds
There is no support
Leading to an empty life
The last is overflowing
Joy, love, pain, and peace
Across is a room of death and despair
Stepping into a life of friendship
I close the other doors