Old Books and Gold Candlesticks

Enter

The darkness beckons me as I stare

At that doorway, 

The only one left unopened. 

Do I dare break down that barrier 

And lose the last mystery, the last unknown 

That I possess? 

What could be behind that door? 

That opaque window, those sun-absorbing curtains. 

I could be the first to discover it, 

To find the treasure. 

But I'd lose my final jewel 

In the process. 

The indecision tore me in two. 

To know, to discover, 

To unknow, to unwrap my last present. 

What was the right thing to do? 

And what was the wrong thing? 

The thing I wanted to do most. 

I'll open that last door, I decided. 

I'll go in that last room, even though 

I may never again own another unknown. 

Another mystery may never find me. 

But I don't mind. 

Because this room, 

This door, 

This black hole of knowledge, 

Is mine, and mine alone. 

And all I have to do

Is enter...