The halls of life – 1/26/01

As I wander through the dark halls of my life
there is a strange light illuminating from doors
It is impossible to enter, one just looks through glass
Yet there are doors that remain dismal
Locked without anything inside
Those doors need a reason to unlock
When you realize which ones to open
it is as if you’ve been there all along
Life is to be lived like the building of a house
At first there is nothing, then ideas…
Slowly the house is finished and there are rooms
but you cannot live in the house
not unless the rooms are full and all the doors are open

1/26/01

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