Mother earth, The universe or God...?

I knock, I knock and knock

through doors that never seem to open.

I knock and knock through doors that ignore me.

I knock through doors hidding messages from me,

doors that are depriving me of all the good

I was born to inherit.

I knock my knuckles so painfully

on wooden doors, that are holding nothing

but detours and impediments.

I knock and knock and knock

on doors in hopes, in dreams and in plans to find answers.