Where the hall might lead

I often find myself wandering through the halls and I wonder where they might lead me. To the vast expanse of space among the sun and the moon, or deep inside the earth between her secrets yet untold. One day I'm an astronaut and yet another one a hunter of bones. It is as if every turn of the hall leads me no-where and everywhere, it is bitter-sweet. Through the hall of flags I leap like a frog from nation to nation, but I don't belong. Oh! Where is the place for my tired feet to rest? Is it science? Is it arts?
Today, as I traveled through the hall, feeling hopeless about the future, the hall led me to a place of silence, a place of books. I was afraid of the unknown until the sun hugged me through the windows and showed me the world outside. How blessed I was that very moment. That I could feel the warmth that gives life, that warmth that awakes the dead on spring days. It was then, even if it was for just a moment, that I felt that although as scary as it might be, I must follow where the hall might lead.