Across the threshold
Written by Tate Coda
Door knobs, mountains to climb
Leave the easy to see the uncertain
The comfort diminishes as the hinges creak and forces you into the sea
Only one among the many, although no one has seen it all
Fall to where you've never been, but the surface looks the same
There will always be a new door, so find the surface, and keep on moving
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Leave a commentAnd don't look back. In the words of a certain Fraggle Rock song:
"You'll be rollin', rollin', rollin' on."