As I opened the door, I could see the room full,
With objects in sight, and some were quiet dull
But others were sparking and shining quiet bright.
But all disappeared, as a closed door took the light.

I stood for a while to remember each place,
But the room was so full, it was difficult to trace.
But even the in the dark some bright ones stood out.
And the dull ones still there, I forgot to think about.

But some will take in, a light with a beam,
They will shine it around, to see what’s to be seen.
And take the shining objects and head for the door,
Those are cowards of course, as they will lose more.

A relationship stands for a full square space.
The objects are troubles, we encounter in our daily race,
And cowards that bring in beams to see their way through,
Are the ones that when trouble strikes, will run from you.

But you are stronger than this, you won’t let trouble win,
You’ll see the game through, and again let happiness in.
If you think real hard you’ll see what I mean.
That life is for living, and not just a dream.