Curiosity

 A common thrill,

 completely frozen still.

 But only in my mind.

 undesirable novelty,

 helpless curiosity

 At the ride pull me in.

 A fantasy, 

an obsession that went too far

 Its posture bent backward

 into a library of modern trends.

 The doubt I thought I'd left behind 

 I am now beginning to befriend. 

Too many times

 I've been persuaded

 into an empty room.

 Caught unaware

by an ever-changing idea.

 Its damp, colorless environment

for some reason seems appealing.

 This is what I fear 

This was my identity,

 the rising sun that awoke my childhood. 

An adopted message

 that told me I would

 Too take to open up another door,

 I never did leave for good.