Searching Behind Every Door

mm... I am searching, searching something. I don't know what but I

will find it. Maybe, maybe it's right here or no,

maybe this door will reveal it. I keep walking with a question in my chest,

like a key with no lock, no place to rest. Maybe it's hidden

in the obvious light, maybe it's waiting on the other side.

I touch the handle, hold my breath, tell myself this is the next

step. Maybe I am searching too slow, maybe this is not the right

place. Every time I think I found it, it's deeper in,