We take them for granted
Entrances or exits, both large and small
Just depends where you're going
Could be bad luck or good
Open in times of peace
Closed in time of war. Easy to stand there
At the door
Knocking away, trying the handle
Pushing but nothing happens
If you don't have a key
Or are locked inside.
Difficult to know when to push
When to pull. Most of us push
When we should be pulling
So we're locked in
When we could just push
And walk through.
Of course you might have a key
Which fits
That's the joy bit
The relief
Most of the time we push
And shove and curse and swear
And wish we weren't there
Locked inside
Or outside looking in
But not seeing much
Waiting for boiling oil
Or the portcullis to rise
Doesn't matter that much.
The final door?
That's the mystery. We all go in
But nobody comes out
Except to keep the living
Entertained.