37th Floor

I scan the building looking for ways
to enter or exit this tricky maze,
This door or that one? My senses alert,
From front to end, which one to avert?

A sign above says 37th floor,
Started in a dream, I need to know more.
Beams of light cut shadows of gray,
Do I follow the light or sit and stay?

The 37th floor appears as the rest,
But phantoms and shadows put me to test,
Resolve the puzzle to learn the meaning,
Led to enter, I am nudged to leaning.

No longer a mystery, I’ve read its clues,
The 37th floor is heaven’s queue.