Open or close. Does it really matter?
What’s behind that curtain, do I even bother?
Maybe it’s the sun greeting,
or maybe it’s the moon singing,
the moment I open that curtain,
everything will become certain.
Mystery is what draws me closer,
to what’s hanging in this very second.
The imagination of maybes,
brings me fascination of possibilities.
Not a second before, not a second after.
This moment in time,
I hope it stays forever.
So now I ask myself again,
do I open, or close the curtain?