Puertas

So many paths I’ve walked through time
Searching deep within or outside of me
In some I found myself, in others I got lost
So many doors I had to face
Some opened up, helped me reflect
But in others, it would’ve been better not to enter (hey)

Doors I crossed
With determination
Doors I knocked on
And no one opened

And I keep walking through doors
Trying to figure out who I am
Sometimes raw distrust
Sometimes pure conviction
Some sparked my curiosity with their secrets
Others cornered me like traps (hey)
Some I dodged
Some I opened just with my intuition
No key will ever tell me
Which door will lead me to salvation

In some, I was fooled by their shiny exterior
I walked in feeling bad and came out worse
And sometimes I peeked through the keyhole
What I saw unsettled me, I ignored it and left
I tried to validate my truths
From the door of the Sun to that of Hades
I even reached the sky
From all the slamming doors I gave

Those that opened by themselves
I took advantage of
And in the revolving ones
I spun, spun, and spun
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)

And I keep walking through doors
Trying to figure out who I am
Sometimes cold suspicion
Sometimes wise perception
Some welcomed me with respect
Others kicked me out with intolerance (hey)
From some I said goodbye
Because they enforced the right of admission
No key will ever tell me
Which door will lead me to salvation

(Eh, watch out)
Which door will hold my salvation (open, sesame)
Which door will hold my salvation (close, sesame)
Which door will hold my salvation

And I keep walking through doors
Trying to figure out who I am
Some sparked my curiosity with their secrets
Others cornered me like traps (hey)
Some I dodged
Some I opened just with my intuition
No key will ever tell me
Which door will lead me to salvation

Which door will hold my salvation (open, sesame)
Which door will hold my salvation (close, sesame)
Which door will hold my salvation (open, sesame)
Which door will hold my salvation (free me, sesame)