Knock, they say,
And the doors shall be opened.
They forgot to mention the splinters,
The price of asking.
Where is the guarantee that says
I will like the answer?
I want to sign my name,
A contract,
No more disappointments.

A trip?
Yes, I’ll buy a ticket ...
I’ve booked my heart on the Titanic once more.
The view at first is optimistic ...

Romance blossoms like an orchid in May.
Then the damnable iceberg rears its head.
It is inevitable ...
You will plunge into the icy darkness,
And pray desperately for a rescue ship.
Hope in the night.

A door ...
To lead you out of the nightmare.
You knock ...

Splinter.