I’m walling down endless a hall of door.
Trying to open them.
But they read not for you.
No madder what I do or how hard I try.
The doors will not open for me.
I can here sound coming from behind them.
Sound of music and fun behind some.
Sound of pleaser behind some more.
Sound of torcher and fear behind the others.
I just want to give in.
But I know I can’t
One of these doors must be for me.
So I keep on looking down this hall that has no end.
It feels like I will be looking till the end of time
But I can give in.
Hope seams to be slipping from my grasp.
But I still move one.
