Rooms

So many rooms for so many things.
One is for dreams,
Another for wishes,
And another for schemes.

There are idea rooms,
Love rooms,
Underwater rooms,
And sunny rooms.

I've got dark rooms,
And space rooms,
Rooms with forests
And animals wild.

Rooms with memories of
Friends and inner child.
Rooms with mistakes and
Rooms with holes.
Rooms full of clutter and
Some full of hopes.

I've got wonderful, mystical stairs
To those rooms.
Long and short halls connecting
Them to.
Windows to see from and
Wild backyards to
Discover new ones.

And somewhere in all this
Is one little room-

Tiny-

Hidden and lost.
My most secret of rooms,
Even from me.

This room is myself,
The picture of me.
I have so many keys,
So many ways, so many
Rooms and doors.

I can't remember where
This room ran off to
Or where I dropped the key.

So I stop in a hall
And I think for a bit.
Spring cleaning is overdue.
And the only way I'll
Find myself and
You.