Doors

Free is the first door.

Always open to walk through,

Always open to walk back through.

Anxiety guards the second door.

It's all a mind game though.

A pinch of courage launches anxiety out of sight.

Responsibility supervises door three.

Not everyone is prepared to meet its requirements.

Everyone has individualized standards.

Trust and Time are a set.

Each are hand-made.

Regular maintenance assures these double doors open in sync.

Beware of rust for it will forever tarnish hard-earned links.

Soul bears the heart of the complex.

It is the last to be passed before retreating.

Pieces of it are scattered through time.

Backtracking out can be a single step or a labyrinth. 

The further inward the traveler explores the longer the trip out.

The longer the trip out, the more complicated it is to truly leave.

Mind and Heart forever war over which path to take.

Circuitous routes are the norm while each instills an argument.

Only when a unanimous decision stands can the itinerant proceed.

Freedom is an illusion.

We think we can leave the mindscape.

We believe ourselves masters of our own heads.

We are fools.

Even when we proceed,

We take pieces onward and leave pieces behind.