She Stumbles Through The Door

She looks over her shoulder with a half specific glare

As if it were the past

An interception of intentions from a once familiar path

A promise broken in half

On the pages of a memo are picturesque cliches she once called providence

Fragments of Picasso with running lines undone

That wrecked her confidence

Is there any sense why she let go

It was what she thought was right

Through all the gloom and might of living in between

And it was like she said

A chance to learn instead

Of staying in the lines and never knowing why

She stumbles through the door

Were the angels fighting demons in the corner of her room

Or was it happenstance

That she would catch a glimpse of loving safety more than life

A faithless circumstance

So she let go

It was what she thought was right

Through all the gloom and might of living in between

And it was like she said

A chance to learn instead

Of staying in the lines and never knowing why

She stumbles through the door

Now her reasoning is theory living out a grand crusade

Of greater magnitude

And the consequence of failure is a possibility

But will it break the truth

Oh she won't know

Until she lets go

And it what she thought was right

through all the gloom and might of living in between

And it was like she said

a chance to learn instead

Of staying in the lines and never knowing why

She stumbles through the door

She stumbles through the door

She stumbles through the door