You try to show someone possibilities.
You show them doors that you pried open yourself.
But they don't choose to go through the doors you're pointing to.
They'd rather turn and face a cold wall.
What good will an open door do if you're not letting it lead you.
I see you're afraid.
I'll sit here with you but I'm unsure of how long I'll look on.
I imagined you to be braver one since you played it out that way.
I open the doors, but I'm not the leader.
Somehow, they're still open. But I'll depart when they close.
I'll find my own path while I help you find yours.
