I had no idea what I was going to say before I opened each door in succession This might be a literal tax on the month or a metaphor for life's succession I never see what lies ahead Factually I'm nearsighted Maybe that's why I feel dread The capsize was never righted I never minded that life was always so complex But it took quite a toll on my complexion I hate cliche but now living this way I'm not complaining about the current direction I never see what lies ahead Factually I am still nearsighted Maybe that's why I live my life with dread It's time for the capsized for the capsized to be righted I had no idea what I was going to say before I opened each door in succession This might be a metaphor    

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Metaphor
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