THE DOOR

What made me open the door, what made me walk through it? Was it quest, the future?
I'm out in the cold, visible to the elements.
I have one option to always fall back on, that I  never fall on, home.
There's none offering comfort, everyone sees and looks out for the fault of the stranger.
I was told of the cold hands of the outside world... They were just words, I thought.
Teacher, soulmate, friends, competitions and silence, the crimson pool of bad blood. How do you know who's for you, how can you discern the thoughts of their hearts? Under the blind light we dodge bullets. Who told her to move the basket?
Lord have mercy! Still I glide way above this fray.
I opened the door, they drew blood from my side. I didn't feel it, alas! "he has no emotions..." they say.
I'll keep laughing, it can't be stopped.
So no sympathy for a King, huh?
Eventually the pendulum swings.
I glide way above the fray forever.