If

If hinges open to a hall of possibilities where

Doors line the walls stretching

Far off through the building, this

Must be the place, enormous place

Only the Grand Architect can devise schematics such

As these which arrange the numerous rooms

So numerously, doors next to doors, doors within

Doors in the corners and doors in the floors

Exploring more the darker reaches

Those limbs of passage dimly lit

I lose myself, all turned around

Lost then for want of if

At a whim I turn a knob

To peer past threshold's seem

There within fortuitous

I've found just what I need