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.