No more Doors

I open my eyes and see a hall full of doors
They are of all shapes and sizes
Some tall, some short, some colorful, some drab

I aimlessly try each one to see if it will open for me
Some crack open, some are shut tight
Some I'm afraid to try because they might just open
Some I wont try because I am so sure they are locked
Every so often, I'll turn around and try a door I previously attempted


Oh God, I'm so tired of trying on my own
So I sit down in the middle of this hall and wait on you
Please open the door you want me to go through
I lay this idol at your feet