Some closed, some open half-way
I have no inkling where they lead
There are no signs that I can read
Some that do open with love
Others need a gentle shove
Some that lead to pastures green
Others hide horrors obscene.
Walking down life’s path alone
Many tempting doors I am shown..
Curious to peer ahead
I keep opening them as I tread
With every door, my hopes rise
Opening it will make we wise
As I am eager to explore
For me, what life has in store.
Passion...unbridled 
