LOST ON A PATH

I was waiting in that chamber

I waited for the hole

I tried to find an opening

An outlet in the wall

I waiting, hurt someone

I could hear them; talking

They talked about the passage

They talked about the door

I imagine the alley

With the door

Door was locked

I heard them saying: they have the keys

I saw them

I started walking with them

I thought about the path

I assumed about the hole

They were taking themselves

They moved and saw me

They walked past me

They were there

Door opened, I saw the light, my heart felt it

They went, I stayed

Door chanted. "It was there part to cross"

I was on the wrong path

And I was standing there alone