Side Door

Success doesn’t come easy.
Sickness doesn’t go away fast.
There is no side door.

Life does go on tough.
Love does survive rough.
There is no side door.

But,
How easy to think there is one,
How naive to imagine there are some.
So,
How nice to wish there would be one,
How precious to ask if there could be one.

I wish I had the side door.
I’d go through my problems then.
If I solved them, I wouldn’t have any wishes,
Which don’t make sense any more.

I’d rather stay with my problems.
I have a wish.
I’d rather move on with them.
I have a dream.

And hope.