Left To Go Untouched

Sometimes I wish I had been less obstinate. With a readiness to be more subdued. I often reminisce about this. But then I think of it from time to time, With a knowing that it took a willingness to stay put. Right where I found myself. Even if I hated every moment of it. And let those circumstances be what they will be. I have discovered that a tearing down of a brick wall, Usually leaves the one behind it left to go untouched. Without chips, scratch marks or blood stains on it. Today... I look for a door to knock on. And if it's locked... It's locked! Why dropp tears? Or spend time wasted thinking of doors, When I can get up to make one. And... Put my own lock on it to open or close as I choose.