The Jabberwock

There’s a door
On the ocean floor
It’s red with gold plating
That’s never fading
I see it everywhere
I see it over there
In the store
In my neighborhood
In the library
And in my dreams

Never changing
It stays the same
Bright colors
Youthful gold
I hope to be around
When the door changes
The cycle of life molds
Makes it old
But the waters cold
And I’m not sure I’m bold

I can’t swim
So I sink
I let the water drag me under
Waiting for the door
Soon It grows old with me
Flaking paint
Rusted plating
And Ii can still see
The door on the ocean floor
Waiting for me