It's just me...

First there was the door,

then came the stranger.

Knocking incessantly, in the cold October rains.

Knuckles bleeding from the encounter,

Gasps of breath, ruffling of the hair,

Waspish smile on his face

and the frowns of uncertainty

and the clowns of destiny

dancing on his prancing eyebrows.

You saw the stranger.

You heard him knock.

You saw the blood from the knuckles,

heard the constant gasping through the hollow lock.

And you danced with him,

ganging up with the clowns

mocking his destiny.

Avoiding his eyes, and his uncertain frowns.

And those eyebrows,

Oh! Those wicked, prancing eyebrows!!

But you wouldn't open the door?

Behind unopened doors lie unknown fears.

Fear of love, or love of fear?

What makes you worry? Smiles or tears?

Every door leads to a path today

a path you knew existed, but couldn't see

a path that's as twisted as the

inner, dark souls of you and me.

The journey is long, worth every single mile.

Don't fret, don't fear. Just walk the smile.

Open the door, and then you'll see more clear.

It's just me here. Wanting you near and dear.