A poem I wrote this morning

[the_wrong_door]

last night I dreamnt I had forgotten my name
I woke with white walls and no windows
ambient noise that leaked from no where
filling the room with a silent hum
the door unmarked, unbared, unopened
out it layed hallways that traveled on
each door the same, stretching forward and back
nothing marked, bared or opened
traveling on, forward then back