Singing My Song

Away from my home, singing my song. I walked down a lane which seemed oh, so long. I stopped singing my song, once I lost sight. I didn't care what I did, what was considered right. A house there once was, though forewarned not to enter. I found myself at its doors, directly at the center.To visit its rooms I pined, its occupants to implore. To unlock its secrets, open its doors. Pondering silently if I should carry through, I thought "If I've come this far, what else should I do?". I opened the door and realized only too late, when I stepped inside that door, it altered my fate.The darkness inside seemed way too appeasing. The cold, dark, walls and cotton web stairs were way too pleasing.I was frightened at first, but I felt so free. So ready to live, and be all I could be. Little did I know, when to me that freedom came, my soul left in exchange, in some sort of game. As I turned to leave, the latch on the door locked shut. As I was trapped, I knew only to look up, And as I looked up the door opened wide with a clear view of what lay outside. I followed the lane home where I knew I belonged, Looked up once again, and began singing my song.