You wait patiently in front of a wooden door
That never opens up for you
Too afraid to softly knock just once
Therefore, waiting is all you ever do

You wonder starry-eyed, what lies beyond
This wooden door in front of you
Yet still you stand without a single clue
As no answers you pursue

Years pass by in countless numbers
Staring at this wooden door
You are tempted often to knock just once
Each time, you stop yourself before

What thrilling treasures could lie beyond
You ask yourself, o’er and o’er
Perhaps you should knock and look inside
See what you wait here for

Behind this door could lay all the many answers
To life’s questions which you seek
All the how’s and what’s and why things are
Great secrets this door may keep