What lies beyond,
the white wooden door,
Its metallic knob,
the provocative blue sign
secrecy, forbidden doors
to lust, lies, deceit
twist the knob
of fate and see
Newlyweds on a romantic honeymoon...
A workaholic aiming for the deadline...
The boss, fooling around with his latest secretary...
I hold the keys
and I was there with them
Making a toast to marriage...
Typing up that dreaded report...
Getting a raise in one night's work...
Therefore - I need not be disturbed

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