My Door

I have no imagination today.
Like a story, that in all its beauty had no characters.
There are plenty of boats here for me to board,
all going in their own direction.
All following their own paths,
all revealing different futures.
I am confused.
Beauty itself kept looking at me,
with its love-lorn eye,
watching me,
as I smile,
as I cry.
What is the lesson to learn through my hatred.
I wonder? I wonder.