Man:

Plenty of darkness and plenty of sun

And planets are turning and life is ensuing.

Plenty of jobs that will never get done

But it’s not for the done-ing so much as the doing.

A woman enters the hallway and approaches the man.

Woman:

Sorry to bother you, Mister,

But I’m not really sure where I am.

This hallway is really a labyrinth,

Or a trick or a trap or a scam.

I’m desperately seeking the exit,

Except I don’t think I can leave.

I’ve lost something here that’s important,

And it’s vital for me to retrieve.