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What is it that tells me
what there is to do?
Is it my own 'instinct'?
Is it the demons?
Or is it You?

This or that is possible
one day, im-
possible the next.
This is very strange,
but maybe stranger still,
that I obey.

A door might open
one day, close
the next.
Hope is trust
that in all this
toing and froing
the Doorkeeper knows
what He is doing.