I don't need to be told. I already
know
That when God closes a door, I should
check the window
and glance for a chance, an
opportunity.
I never do know when it's looking for
me.
Sometimes, I'd like to reach out and
grab it,
But sometimes I'd rather retain my old
habit,
and sometimes I'd like to read, or
write poems,
and want solitude in a room that is
closed.
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