Let The Elevator Doors Open

The way 

An

Elevator

Rings,

And

Dings,

And

Climbs

For

Us

Is quite a

Thought.

The way we 

Allow

And

Trust

A box

Of metal

To carry us or

Lower

Us

To our

Destination

Is 

A

Prism

Of

Confusion.

Life is quite like an elevator. 

You have many stops along the way,

And someone in your life

Will push buttons you 

Don’t

Want pushed.

The way life feels cramped

And,

Other 

Times,

Empty,

Is how an elevator

Operates.

Who knows 

Who will enter

Your life,

Or

When,

Or

Why,

But they are part of your

Life 

And certainly

An accomplice

In the

Ride.

For better or worse,

The elevator doors

Will close

And you’ll have a floor or few

To make the most of the

Situation.

Seize the 

Opportunity

Or 

Squander

In

Silence,

How you choose to behave in

An

Elevator

Filled with people

Is a reflection of the state

Of

Mind you’re

In.

You don’t know which floor

You’ll end up sometimes,

And we all forget to push

The button

A time

Or

Two.

There’s a fire 

Alarm

To our

Life,

But it comes in the form

Of

Reaching out

To

Others.

The ground floor

Will always be the

Start,

But who knows

How many floors

Our mansion

Shall

Have,

And how far the

Elevator

Can

Take

Us.

Let the

Elevator doors

Open,

And step out

Into a new

Day.

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