Poetry: Still here

By stevea68 | SteveA | 15 Mar 2021

I ran along the corridor of life

opening all the doors along the way.

Some were pleasures

Some were pains

What am I looking for?

I don't really know.

Maybe it's nothing

or maybe it's a future

The corridor and doors appear to be endless.

Where does it lead?

It appears to become stranger and stranger.

Do I really have a choice?

I decided to stop and simply sit in front of a door and instead imagine what might lie behind it.

I sat and sat and waited and waited and began to think of all the things I might want for it to lead to and imagined that one day it might open.

I saw it begin to open by itself with the hint of a beautiful beyond.

... life has changed and there is so much to do.

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stevea68

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SteveA

I'm limited to 510 characters for a description, so I'll waste a few making that comment. What else? There's a ton - are Big Bang and Cyclic Universe theories logical illusions? What forms of mathematics create beauty? Coffee, tea or a chocolate bar? ... or maybe what would an ideal partnership with someone be like? I'm both a "couch surfer" and explorer ... where might you like to go? I'm wishing us all the best.