Coming in...

The spring hits me in the face
like 'hey, where have you been'
it's like I've been to this place
though many of these things I haven't seen

So I open the door and
life sticks out a hand
saying 'it's ok, you can now exhale'
the sunrise is in front,
forget your tail

Step out the door frame
stretch out my arms and my hair
no more...
Things cannot be the same
I've closed the door
and not going back there.