Rooms

I walked into An old building Vacant yet Lived in I opened Door after door Peering into New air I realized I was searching For what was To be There were No windows On the doors For a reason I could not peer Into the future The past Was futile There was No knowing Left only to patterns Or engagement I could stop Walking The corridors Of the concrete maze One more door To go What was next, Solitude or sorrows As I stood alone I met the room With nothing to lose No compass for death

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