Those crystal doors

Ivory coloured light promises a home long forgotten. Like a small window up there in the dark, i can remember, that it is a huge portal in real. Real, huh? Well, its the perspective i know. The way back is barred with time. the road is just clear enough to see to take the next step. I guess i could find a lantern, but why bother? I wouldn't see much of interest right now. The Way will still lead me just forward for a while. I never had a sense for time, that's what others mistake for patience. But right now, i'm getting tired of walking this line. Thats a sign, not an emotion.