That Cold Gray Door

Oh, that door, that cold gray door,
That silent door.
The many days and endless nights,
I’ve watched that door.
It just sits there and watches,
That overly protective Cyclops.
Shan’t I ever see that outside world?
Why does it open only for me?
Doesn’t it realize (perhaps it doesn’t know).
I must be with people.
It always turns them away.
Wait I hear footsteps,
They are coming close.
They’ve stopped outside the door,
They’re coming in.
They’ve stopped again,
They are leaving (WAIT!!)
Oh, that door, that cold gray door.