Randomness here we go:

Numbness washes through me,
In this darkness I can not see,
What it is I'm lookin' for.
Is it finally behind this door?

I walk, I run, and trip and fall.
Lying on the ground I look up and call.
Answers that I'm lookin' for.
Is it finally behind this door?

Hands of love are reaching out,
At seeing them I begin to shout.
What is it I'm lookin' for?
And will it be behind this door?

Later, Peace Out.
  ¶ 2:50 p.m.