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I wandered far off and forgotten places

like they told me so

chased back alley mystery peddlers 

lost on this long imprisoned island

asked all the right questions 

to all the right people

and left little notes to help find me 

if the real answers came along

after I had gone

I never have heard it though

not once, though I spent all this time

did you find it?

I read the verboten books and deciphered the secret sigils

and it never came calling

it never once tapped me

I never saw the door, or the edge, or the dawn

and so still I wait and wait

and think

quietly to myself

how was I not good enough

is it something that I said

or did

or am

the tumblers sit unshifted by my straining

the key doesn't turn in the lock

I painted myself a picture of where I had it already

where it knew me, and I felt the way that things should be

sometimes I look at it and it makes me feel

like maybe