The Door to Myself

[Verse 1] The door to myself, Intricately gilded steel, Rusted shut by tears, Cried over the years. [Verse 2] Beyond it verdant paths, In memory still green, Led to happiness, I sought to repress. [Chorus] What use my regret? Precious treasure there, Cannot be retrieved, Only in dreams lived. [Verse 3] Tall mountains are there, Rivers, lakes, ravines, That buried dead dreams. [Verse 4] Better lives unlived, Dead past that still lives, Only in my rhyme, Of a bygone time. [Chorus] What use my regret? Precious treasure there, Cannot be retrieved, Only in dreams lived. [Verse 5] Wisdom comes too late, That’s our human fate, In youth we know all, Heading for a fall. [Verse 6] Doing what seems right, Fearing it is wrong, We close doors behind, Where we once belonged. [Outro - melancholic, pained, breathy, close-mic] What use my regret? Treasures buried there Only cause despair, Except in a dream.