I stand inside this doorway

with patience and my daydream

What thoughts arise between now

and the moment somebody utters when

Look around at all these photographs

none of which I see my reflection in

Seconds pass and in the background

a choir is repeating what John Lennon

said so cogently a long long time ago

And here I stand next to where you might

be standing quiet too asking in one voice

How long (how many lifetimes) until we win