this crowded hall

this crowded hall, filled with doors, doors that we have no idea where they lead.
only our imaginations are there to allow us to guess. some of us never enter the doors.
some try, only to find the doors are locked. other enter the doors, only to return later.
others enter and never return. i've entered a few so far and here i am back in
this crowded hall. walking down this endless hall of crowded bodies.
some have stopped walking, others are running as best as they can in this crowded hall.
seeing people fall all the time, even falling down myself. one never knows which door is
open and which is locked. some wait at the locked door, hoping for it to unlock and
allow them passage into another experience, different from this crowded hall.
my door will come and patiently i walk, dreaming and building a small amount of
excitement for when my open door comes.