Standing in a corridor
Is a young boy,
Looking into infinity

Left,
Then
  Right.

Doors along the corridor
As if pleading to be opened,
The boy approaches.

As he grabs for a handle,
He stops.
And decides not to open it.

He continues to walk
Till he reaches another door,
This time he opens it.

But as he walks through
There is just another endless corridor,
However now he seems to have grown.

Standing in a corridor
Is a young man,
Looking into infinity.