Chasing Doors

My days loafing blend

into my days working. 

Closed doors creak open

softer than I can hear. 

Unless I am alert, I can just make out a door swooshing open.

And into the swoosh I run

swiftly before it closes. 

Maybe that's part of the fun. 

I find just enough doses

to keep my senses perked.

Just enough succesful entrances

to make each trip a mind's treasure.