through this door ... Inspiration

what am i ?

like the pot of gold

i have never been found

yet, like Xanadu

my stories abound

pennies in a wishing well

will never make me appear

mythical, like the city of Atlantis

yet so many believe, i am out there

bright lights don't hide my entrance

darkness is not my ceiling or floor

a secret sought by many

there's only one way to be sure