A Room With a Thousand Doors (poem)

By Luke Labern

I'm in a room with a thousand doors
All identical in stature, here;
I thought a while, thought some more: took pause.
Who knows what fallout I could cause!
Thus I stood there: a statue of fear.

I passed into one, for action's sake.
To do nothing at all would be worst:
Though I knew to follow was a wake,
It was time to the decision make.
The door I chose, the one I saw first.

There was no comic back, that I knew.
That circle of doors sticks in my mind:
Though I wish that this could all be true,
Would I ever return with thoughts new?
Will it ever be answers I find?

I must inflect on this, sombre tone:
That room of mine, with a thousand moves
Showed me so much of what I've been shown.
Preconceptions of mine truly blown,
Now I no longer fit in the grooves.