Doors

In a library, Where the brain is subject to everything. An open mind and an open book equals a door opened to everything. Open mouths equals curses or blessings. Open ears equals Knowledge or ingnorance, I'll let you tell it. Open legs equals good or bad babies with opened eyes to the world around us, searching for a meaning of life until they find us-only cause they can't see God;steady searching until we depart, still not quite understanding who we are. We are dear creations. We have two eyes to witness one Life. We can tell two lies and 300 stories but it's only one Right. We can go up 300 stories but it's only one Height;one top one bottom, 300 stairs, one Flight. 28 lines on a sheet of Paper, one writer. Two pair of gloves for this Fight, one Fighter. Two Pills to take with one Matrix-two colors to chose from, one Flavor. So, what's behind door number one? It's the truth, you can't escape it...Allah(God)
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Posted: Nov 2011
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I'm in the library just thinking and these are my thoughts.

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breathless22
Good writeheart wings
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