"The Key Maker"

When the door to the room stops at walls,
I know I have taken the wrong turn,
On a whim many doors I opened,
And walked into rooms, both ugly and good.

Not to know which turn to take,
At times I felt myself standing at the lobby.
Times were there when someone will hold my hand and lead me into their house,
And now I know, I overstayed my welcome.

That time that comes at times has again come,
Now I again stand at the lobby for a door to open.
The angry ring at the foyer asked me the truth,
And hands a key to the door of my mind, which was closed.