The city gates are locked to me,
A wanderer on shattered knees,
No matter how I beg and plead,
The city gates are shut.
Standing by for hour by hour,
Mood deflating dour, more dour,
The city’s gates remain shut.
A study of the gates reveals no lock,
No rust, no chains to break with rock,
The city’s gates are shut.
Bash and smash and scream and thrash,
Threaten deities until hope is dashed,
Give in, lean on the gate, relax,
The city gates swing open and I fall through, peace at last.