I stop and wonder, the locked door
What is it locked for?

It is certainly meant to keep me out
But as to why, I have doubts

Is it for my own safety I have no key?
Are the inhabitants looking out for me?

For if there is truly danger inside
I would stay away as not to die

But if that were true, why am I still here?
It is not that I'm unaffected by fear

Rather curiosity has made it dull
And an adventurous spirit rendered it null

But if there was nothing inside, empty space
Surely that would put me in my place

No, that is not the reason why
I stand at the door, longing to pry

It is not in what could be found
But in letting imagination abound