Standing before a closing door
Wondering how many more
Wondering how many before
Where I am and where I've been
After all, but before when
Ever always until then
Watch another now dead-end
Thoughts that lead to no amend
Move-on round another bend
Drift around an empty hall
Casting shadows on the wall
Listening for some distant call
Arrive upon a vacant scene
Wait to see the lights turn green
As it all becomes what could have been
Standing before a closing door
Wonder still how many more
Until the last will close behind
Securing all I've yet to find
Before the closing of this door
Wonder, wander, more, and more
Whatever might remain in store
As doors are closed before my face
I feel smaller inside a shrinking space
With each door still unsealed
Something greater yet revealed
Before the closing of each door
The world consists of so much more
Prompting wishes for each before
But to open a door and move inside
Is to enter the realm where dreams reside
Before the door
There is only more
Beyond it only what's in store
(Nevermore)
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