Opened Doors

You are given the key
for a door only you can open.
You are given the pen
for a book only you can write.
You are given a brush
for a picture only you can paint.
Your soul calls to you
but you do not listen.
Your heart screams for you
but you cannot understand.
Your mind is clouded
with things that do not matter
With things that only bring you
unhappiness.
Don't you realize
how you can change the world?
Don't you understand
how to discover who you are?
The voice of your soul
echoes over the hills,
but remains forever unheard.