A Door Leading to Many Doors

I

A child was irritated, like normal people would,
With the chaos, order and complexity of this world.
He was a good kid, with an imagination and a heart,
But some of the world doesn’t accept him, and they are trying to keep him apart.
He wishes for a universe, his own time and space,
His own little world, where no one is in his face.
On a field trip to the Capitol, which brings up his idealism,
A building not based on communism, but runs under patriotism.
Then, he found the Columbus Door, and it didn’t show any fear,
Then he said, with expression, “I think Paradise lies here.”
Then, quick as a flash, the room changed to bright white,
In which the child was confused, but didn’t have any fright
He stopped at a door with symbols and a rune.
Can this be a door where dreams can come true?
He was [drawn towards] the designs as the shiny gold glittered,
He saw that this door wasn’t meant for people, greedy and bitter.
As he opened the door, light shone bright white, like the feathers of a seagull,
He transformed into something majestic, he realized he turned into an eagle.
He decided to give a name, and he chose “Pa-akheten,”
Which is Ancient Egyptian for “to fly to the horizon.”

II

He saw the beautiful stars, then he turned to the earth,
He thought to himself, he loved that planet, from the time of his birth.
He flew straight for that world, that planet with bold and might.
He realized he possessed something which all have dreamed… the gift of flight.
He flew towards the clouds and into the clear blue skies.
The people of the Earth saw him with brilliance and majesty (They’re not lies).
He wished he could fly to the Ancient Egyptian Nile.
He flew through a neon stream, and he traveled through time.
He saw the temples and tombs of the Pharaoh Epoch,
With his eagle eye, the secrets of the past were unlocked.
He also flew to other places, spaces and times,
And saw other faces and customs and heard music and rhymes.

III

One time, he flew towards Canada, specifically to Calgary,
He saw proud athletes run, and the flags flew bravely and proudly.
After it was done, he flew over present-day Canada.
The view was spectacular; even those reproduced by a cinema.
He flew over a lake, an area that is not complex.
The eyes saw a hunter, and prepared him for the crucifix.
He pointed a double-barrel rifle, straight at him,
[He] fired and hit the bird (and [he] committed a sin).
The eagle lay there, and then he transformed…
Back to the child, in the way he was originally formed.
He was cared for at a hospital, and the doctors took care of the wound,
When [he] recovered from the operation, he was glad he wasn’t a baboon.
After he arrived back at home, he smiled with glee.
When his class had Language Arts, he had to do a journal entry.
The theme was: If you opened a door, where will it lead to?
He answered with a smile, and wrote down all that he had been through.

Date of First Draft: around March 1995
Information: This was written as an eponymous poem/short story.
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