Closed Door

A closed door
Doesn’t matter to me anymore
It was something that fit the old me
And now I can see
That I entirely lived within
Something imaginary
A pedestal that I have built
Within my head
A thrown encrusted with pearls and gems
Of the finest design
That dream is no longer mine
Instead, I’ve come back down to earth
To sit in a chair
Made from sturdier things
Provided me with freedom
And gave me wings
I live life no more steadily
I readily
Give myself over to conventionality
Living satisfactorily
Down to Earth with congeniality