What lies beyond that door?
That door of mystery?
Who knows what lies in store
For the bravest one to see.
Who shall take that first step
To open up that door?
Who shall take that first step
To cross the wooden floor?
Will it be the brave?
Or will it be the bold?
Or will it be those who crave
The mysteries that it holds?
It shall not be me
For I do not wish to find
That the mystery
Is only in my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem