Knocking on doors of worlds yet unexplored;

wondering at life’s  beauties not yet adored.

Standing at a crossroads with no sign to see;

living a life and just wanting to be.

Where are the signposts for this life that we live;

how do we know what to take and to give.

So much is out there, or is inside.

I just don’t know – should I walk, should I ride.

Eyes open we stagger blindly along;

puppets all dancing to life’s gentle song.

So I’ll knock on doors as I walk down the street

and greet every stranger I happen to meet.

For somewhere among them I just might find

a match for this music that plays in my mind.