The Mind Wanderers Handbook

Chapter 1 or Halfway Thru

I keep opening new doors 

Now 

That time 

Is on 

My side

Corridor 

After

Corridor 

Full 

Of more 

Windows 

& more 

Doors 

Miles 

Upon 

Miles

Of running 

Looking 

For answers 

Picking up 

Breadcrumbs 

Paying attention 

Clues

Obits

Autopsies 

At length 

Comic strips 

And

All

That is left 

Is 

One room

Full 

Of scraps 

Of paper 

Of Barely legible 

Segments 

Of stories 

Heaps 

Of half-truths 

Now 

Under new scrutiny 

I need 

To come up 

For air