I always find it interesting which doors open and which doors close
doors close for me that folks seem to be surprised by
I am told I am a likable person. Nearly everyone
Who meets me feels they've met me before.
Somewhere between that place
And their own sense of self
They decide: I am like them.
Suggest I should do things
like them, should like
the things they do,
That I should date their best friend.
This sentiment can be full of flattery but
The target is usually way off.
I never like their friend.
The food sucks
And their life is boring.
I won't do those things.
Today a door closed
that a friend had tried to convince me was open for me
And I am not mad,
I am resolute.
Resolute to know mine
will not be a traditional path,
I was never bred for that.
A little too creative for the safe
Too polished at times for the radical
My place will be where I open all the doors,
carve my own way out of wood.
It will be where I am
Mine is the way
My light is strong enough to illuminate my path
Best stay busy with the work
become both carpenter and cook
woodswoman and shrine
hunter and healer
all facets of the divine
And no, I don't wanna date your best friend.