look back at the darkened hallway
the further, the brighter.
every opened door,
never opened before.
creaks along the rosewood,
like music to ears,
but not yours?
perhaps its time to play a different tune
a baroque not so quaint,
or deep,
strum the heartstrings
of those most important,
to make a melody,
they’ll leave that hallway,
a little brighter than before.
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