For Black Doors

This poems name is Jean

 You've got me trapped in walls of white 

nothing to hold on to

You've got my mind and grip it tight

nothing to hold on to

I dreamed in color of a room of white

nothing to hold on to

Four black doors but which ones right.

 

Maybe there's a clue.

 

 

I seldom fallow my own advice.

But if I go what will I find??

 

You've got me trapped inside my mind

with nothing to hold on to

You're words mean something but I can't find

something to hold onto

You make me think and then I find...

 

 

I take the pencil in my hand

its something to hold on to.

I write myself an ingenious plan

to grip the door knob in my palm 

forget which direction is write or wrong

And if i screwed up that life goes on

 

I'll always have myself to hold on to