No hidden doors
in this house of many rooms
Still I go searching
thinking I may be on to something soon.
You open all around me
guide me where few have been,
Yet I question every angle
wondering if truth still lies in him.
So prove there's nothing wrong here
like something I've not seen,
While I ask you all the questions
of what I doubt in me.
3-21-06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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