Inventing opportunity

One day I'll make it.
I don't know what-but it will be good!
And
It will work-
                      all-It-self-out.
Making music together…
Hanging little notes on harmony…
It will sound like Peace.
And it will be the perfect
Temperate, the good-kind-
                       all-ways, Eden…
Forgive me, I was distracted There
Where was I?
You are Here needing a new map-
or the cartographers tools-precise
positively exacting.
Anyway-
It will have wide double swinging,
doors of Opportunity-
permitting construction, 
                         as I grow.
Blowing the tops off,
ripping off the roof to show how,
echoes only repeat mistakes
                          little people inside steeples.
Been there.
Without time for interior decorating or renovating-
                          just focus on the façade.
Inside is where it is, where is dwells-
                           I can move it-if I only knew
what it used to look like…
It is not finished-yet.
You see, I may never Be.
I'm missing a piece-
                          or more.
And
I forgot which door I was looking for.
Locked up next to Remember and Remorse,
one is painted Amber and the other Aquamarine.
And
after knocking all around I found-
Today was the day,
I was forgetful enough
to Fail.

Composed 4/23/15.

Image of Frederick Collins, Inventor, pictured with a "wireless telephony device" circa 1904.