Locked away,
Hiding all sense of purpose for who, for when, for what?
But why do these doors hold such secrets?
Revealing a passage not to be ventured by one alone.
A reason too formidable for any passing curiosity,
We each hold the one key, but dare we take the chance to risk the unknown,
you may know your life or others, but the story of the doors remains on the skin,
Those who unlock are blessed, those who wait are obsessed, but the way in which our doors are dressed, prolongs our desires through and through,
For which decision on which door you take,
You best hope you have enough room to make.