Passage

as a child I dreamed of a passage secret and hidden from view so I sought for it on the hillsides and I scouted the cool morning dew it was dark and musty and scary but I knew that I had to go on to a door half way to the peak that I might depend upon the door was rusted and creaky and resisted my childish weight beyond it I knew there was waiting a reward that was surely my fate I never did locate the passage I will search till the day that I die perhaps it's beyond the horizon beneath the aloof careless sky