Repository of Eternal Repose

Once I finish oiling rusty joints and dusting these old bones, it's time set off on down the trail. Where I'll head I haven't a clue; by heaven perhaps to find you. No, not some yellow brick road, a highway for the broken and in-firmed. Cracked and crumbled; musty and stale, pathway to lost dreams express rail. Cacophony slideshow playing in my mind, as I slide into my seat to speed along. A thousand what-if's circle to choose; though now no regrets and nothing left to lose. Finally my stop time to depart, the repository of a million unseen dreams. Doors drag open creaking as they go gazing upon shelves stacked packed high and low. Some like boxes shiny sparkling new, others hanging darkly; skeletons waiting to pounce. So many choices of where to start, eternity to shuffle through the trappings of my hidden heart. All the forks along my road, ready to explore a life's worth of could have been's! Oh the glee, to see my dreams and greatest glory, sifting through my un-lived repository!