Outside

A poem about finding your way in life.

Waiting outside, a cloud on the horizan.
The door is closed, I have no key.

Something awaits inside, something special.
It belongs to me, nobody else's.

The clouds are closer, becoming a storm.
I can not be out here, the storm closing in.

I can see it clearly now, a storm of fire.
Will leave me cracked and empty, burnt away.

Inside where it's safe, where I'm whole.
It will all come crashing down,
if I can not find a way inside.