Open the door and come on in. Allow my mind to take you for a quick spin, Twisting and turning, curving and swirling. Dark shadows and bright days allow the path to become unpaved. Uncertainty stings clear, allowing this door to quietly take you there. Cool to the touch, warmth somehow touches the skin. The front has been made aware it's time to do this all over again. Smile or frown, neither one will win the crown. Up or down, I guess the road doesn't really matter now.