So many times
in the world of dreams
I try to find my way
Searching, seeking; always
prying behind closed doors
What is it that I look for,
and cannot ever find
Tenacious is the search,
frustrating and wearisome
Floors of buildings,
doors of room after room;
Street signs that disappear
Telephone numbers that refuse
to sequence, and directories
that jumble their names
I wander the streets of unknown
cities, not knowing where to turn
Turning nonetheless, I circle back to
where I've been; yet not where
I seek to be
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