who am i
how do i search for what i do not know
how long must i stumble in the darkness
looking for that small rust eaten iron [clad] door
hands bleed from their careful scanning of the darkness
feet are bruised and torn from the jagged darkness
throat parched from lack of nurishment
where lay that sought after door
how will i know it
will i know it
what if i open it and despise what lies within
what then
is it worthwhile
i do not know
i do not know
i do not know
