What if the only thing you ever wanted didn't want you back?
What if the destination you've been searching for isn't even on the map?
And what if we're so caught up all that we think we need,
That we put our hearts in shackles and can never be freed?
How many promising lives are wasted battling futile wars,
How people exhaust themselves beating down the wrong door,
And how many seeds must one sow before they understand
That for ages they've been planting on a dry, barren land?
Closed minds close hearts and closed eyelids close doors.
Is it possible you're blind to all that could be yours?