To Many Doors Not Enough Exits When Its To Late

Secrets spooned over ! the dipping of toast into the steamed cup captured espresso. Un-asked answerless questions. They return spinning in an orbit of not knowing. Chairs scattered; cold empty seats the previous occupiers never to return ! All doors are open! and locked mindfully: Between them truth struggles to breathe choked by lies, in long dark years. Now all exits lead out away beyond teenage years; and their failing to look and ask . The walls know! its dissolved into their existence. To many doors, and not enough exits, and a lost code of answers sleep in distant soils and ashes, still you don't know ! And never will.