Behind Closed Doors

Here I am standing before a closed door,
Waiting for my chance to go through and explore.
I want to know all that's on the other side,
Wondering what secrets the door is trying to hide.

The door seems so close yet so far away.
I try to reach for it though my hands freeze and stay.
I wondered why they acted so;
All I wanted to do was go through and know.

Finally I decided to get some rest,
So the next time I'd try, I could do my best.
But then I heard a knock at the door,
Something I had not quite heard before.

When I tried to open the door, I felt so surprised,
Because of what I had finally realized.
I now understand what the door had inside;
It was me, all along, that it was trying to hide.