Life is a hallway
A physical portal to elsewhere
A long passage way leading on
A space between all spaces

You aren't where you've been
You aren't where you will be

Sometimes, you just wander

Sometimes you're alone,
and your footsteps just echo

Sometimes your in a crowd,
and you can't even see where you're going

Maybe you find someone
Make someone
Lose someone
Take someone away

Though it's never truly the end
A hallway is just a means to the end
Maybe you enter into hapiness,
Maybe you don't-

Maybe you just keeping wandering,
Until you run out of space

A man walks down a hall to see his new son;
Another man walks down a hall to be executed

Is it all relative, in the grand scheme of things?
Or does it matter, where we walk, how we walk?