Corridor of power

I walk between the walls of hope
Doors of desire all beckon me
And in the ceiling of my dreams
Thoughts light the way for me to see

Two steps ahead then all is mist
I wander on through mystery
But now the light grows slowly dim
And fear again envelops me

I should by now have stepped aside
For look, all doors are far behind
It seems there’s nothing left for me
But to plod on though lost and blind

The darkness oozes from the walls
I sense a threatening presence now
The mist whirls as a vortex forms
I’m drawn inside I know not how

Then all is calm I feel sun’s warmth
My weary eyes look out and see
A garden filled with blossoms sweet
And trees dressed in their finery

A figure glides between the trees
And floats across the carpet green
It stops before me robed in white
Its face in shadow can’t be seen

An arm is raised, a finger points
Something behind, I turn my head
I see a door from whence I came
And read ‘No exit for the dead’.