Of Doors And Dreams

He had a key
The corridor
seemed endless
Doors, innumerable
All alike
Which one he looked for
he knew not himself

Its not like he could stop
Dream was all he did
Had the key not fit
It might have made sense
to stop
But each and every door?

He was probably born with it
Was he the key
or the key him
None could say
Least of all him

They had told him
of fortunes he was to have
For every door
was his to open

None of them did
Maybe the key
was made wrong
But each time
it seemed just right

Where the line was
between real and unreal
he knew not
Had he crossed it
Or was it where he stood
He had found a constant
a pillar, a companion
in a blur

He still tries every door
Out of hope, some despair
others with a will
easy to fade
There were always those
he walked into
blindly

None open
He can see through though
and wish
for that is all
that keeps him going
Wish

Caught up in
disappointment
he drowns silently
in a glass half full
Though he knows
in his heart of hearts
The key
He never turns it all the way
.


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