When Doors Open At Night

I could care less about what happens behind closed doors, but when those doors open it's always unknowing new beginning unfolding straight controlling the aspects you have know control of nothing you can do if you catch that bug it didn't come from under a rug but more like from where someone dug deep by a grave to whom it belonged to is not entailed this position fails to tell all the tales of the tails of the beasts that lurk when the doors open at night. I like to leave those doors closed for when the light arises I seek doors of opportunity.Behind closed doors, secrets hide,

Whispers linger, whispers bide.

The mysteries that lie within,

Are hidden from a world of sin.

For some, the truth is hard to bear,

So they keep it locked away with care.

And though we may be curious,

There are some things we can't discuss.

For me, I care not what they hide,

Behind those doors, secrets reside.

I have no need to know their tale,

For my own path, I shall prevail.

I'll seek the light, and leave behind,

The secrets of a closed-off mind.

And when the doors swing open wide,

I'll be ready to face the tide.

For in the end, what matters most,

Is not the secrets that we host,

But how we face the light of day,

And make our mark in our own way.