tough situations

the silence around me seems to tell me to shut up and listen
i pricked my ear, and listen closer
there is not a sound
where is everyone
i felt lost

then i thought i heard a sound from behind the closed door
the only door in that room that had a glow
the door of brass and the knob of iron
shining brightly in the afternoon sun
i wonder why i have never noticed this closed door

what is behind this closed door, is it locked, can i open it.
curiousity kicks in, and like a spy i looked through the keyhole
a place i never knew
a place so foreign
but all those inside
were so so
familiar

then it hit me, like a 180 miles per hour rock that hit my head
and i realised, there was something i have to do
something i did not want to do, but know i got to do
and i walked away, ready to get this thing done
before it is past my turn, and given to someone else

I know,you know