Red carpet

I was knocking at the doors of a room
full of everything you've never wanted to know.

Back tracking my own secrets,
before we've gone too far.

Not all things are mysteries,
except for the mind that worries.

The silence whispers,
As it invites me through the door.

All my lies and all my evils spot me like a celebrity on the red carpet.

Jealous eyes scatter at the sight of my curiosity.

Closing the door behind me with a sinister smirk on my face,
I give thought to the future.

This is my Valhalla.