A great white expanse filled with a bright light
With no walls, ceilings, or floors, it stretches endlessly
A fresh canvas, a blank page, this is the imagination
A world you can create and mold how you so choose
Nothing can limit you while you are in the confines of your mind
While we wonder what could lay at the source of this great gift
Picture an antique door in the great white expanse
No one knows what's behind it, we can only dream and imagine
The door to our subconscious has never been opened and explored
It's a great mystery that irks all civilized and educated minds
What is behind that door? Is there dark, or is there light?
What could we learn about ourselves in this unknown realm?
Perhaps a few have seen what lies on the other side
Those with fragmented minds and unearthly thoughts
Seeing things not meant to be seen, and slipped into insanity
There are many things that we shall never fully understand
Yet we are always searching, searching for answers we shouldn't be
We all have this deep desire to know everything, even if it's impossible
Is it possible that this search makes us all mad and blind?
If so, will this lead to the destruction of all intelligent life?
If this is really true, is this great gift actually a curse?