Once again I’m invited To an inner chamber A palace It’s grand and majestic On the outside I’ve been here before Yet there’s always more left to explore Hidden rooms with dusty floors Gold locked up in old drawers Am I to mop And clean this up? Will that reveal the key? So I can set the gold free? There are mirrors to wipe Endless tasks without respite It seems never ending I arrive when I am summoned I understand the duty at hand When I am done I leave it enhanced Like in a trance, I depart With a stronger mind and heart Free Until I’m invited back once more To clean, to mop, to wipe, to find There’s always another door left behind
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"There’s always another door left behind", I love the suspenseful ending !
It makes me wonder... our minds are palaces