The Closed Doors Conundrum Poem by Daniel Richards

Given a chance I could be somebody,
I’m hoping as I’m pacing the floor, that I can be somebody more,

Now is my time and I don’t know where I stand,
If the world is my oyster then I must be an oceanic man
For I can not for the vastness of the see find the oyster that is for me

Too many hoops and too many jumps, each time I hit the floor
I loose my sense when life tightens my tie, struggling to breath
Fighting for life, just someone, someone open a door, help me be that somebody more,

But given the chance to hear my plea the key holders of the doors choose to ignore,
But if I came with money in hand id be accepted as an equal man, but because I broke and fell apart, I scrambled the pieces of me but not in the time to find my star

What key can I find too open a door for all I see are bolted locks on hidden doors,
Now was my time and like the sands, it slipped through my broken fingers into my broken hands, pacing the now sand strewn floor I find no answer to any more

And with my broken mind I tiredly bleed and the first and final door opens bright is the white and now I’m gone for sure

For no-one can ever notice someone like me, all I'm asking for is to be that somebody more, not a suicidal nutcase that’s lost his heart and core from banging my head against life’s thousands of closed doors