The Black Door

Translated by Chat GPT

We don’t gaze at the stars, don’t hear the cicadas,
Don’t dance in the warm summer rain.
Yet we wait, undeserving, for fortune’s charade, as
We all know the outcome’s the same.

One ripens on Earth like a melon in sun,
Another hunts prey with a roar.
One’s bitter, one’s kind, one’s brave, one’s undone—
But we all march straight through the Black Door.

We’ve searched for life’s meaning in drink, art, and prayer,
In love’s sweetness, creation, and lore.
Where are you, Black Door, standing silent somewhere?
I am ready—just knock, and I’m yours.