Enter something, maybe. 
Leave something, definitely.
Fascinating before, unbounded. 
Disappointing after, finished.

Prefer to walk on by 
lost in the possibilities of
Doors we could enter rather 
than Doors we have closed.

Perhaps we fear that 
inside one of them
is a scene that entices, 
a dream that consumes.

A possibility that beckons you 
to leave everything behind
as you enter the abyss 
and close the door behind.

Much better to dream on 
and imagine instead.
A good reason to walk past 
those pesky doors doors doors.