Standing on one side with rules to abide.
Can’t open the door, couldn’t be curious more.
What’s in there, I wonder while standing here.
Just one look is all I need, to have the same I might plead.
Is it that important to have a collection of the unknown, I asked myself.
The chills of scare and a fringe of serenity touched my soul.
All I could remember was, I shall reap what I have sown.