Occasionally you meet someone
Who you’ve known forever
Introductions are made
Souls collide
Laughter, song and wonder
Fill your days to overflowing
The peace of war fills your heart
Your mind, you soul
You are trapped in a paradise
With no wish to escape
The comfort of confusion
The confusion of comfort
You can trade it all
For what’s behind door number three
But what is behind that door?
Is the world really round?
Or do these next few steps
Lead me into a vacuum of unemotional nothingness?
Is it all a game?
And, if so, how do I win?
What is behind that door?