I sat there at the last moment in time
Frozen
Tangled between guilt and the two doors to an escape and a brand new reality
Like a hunted bird stuck within a rope
Like escaping a hole too hard to see through
With no light to guide you

The walls began to close in
Like a fire burning down to the last piece of hope
I had to do something
Quick!
I blindly glided towards an escape
Not the slightest spark of light to mentor

It was too late.
Once a utopia of liveliness, burned to ashes on the ground
The onosecond
When you slipped up

Now everything was gone
Without any extra hope to create
No light to guide

All I did was walk through a door.