It's like playing on a dartboard
Unless you're professional
And no one is
You're going to have a bit of trouble
Trying to find your centre

How does one enter an already unlocked door
The one you want to pass on through
To see just who will wait for you
Or why you're waiting at all

If you're a diver
Then the diverse ways of falling
Are your second skin
So you should teach me why I
Turn a door that has no exit
Instead of stepping back onto the street
Traffic of people to lose myself in
Zig of cars to zag me out

The goal of each to chase the bull
And hone the eye to lace the needle
Sharp, proficient
Straight home