At the door of.... nothingness

In the Dream world I have always wanted to wander and ponder over the mysterious ways of my simple imagination. In the castle of my mind, I have hidden my motives, good or bad, only I, who knows. Only I shall change the truth values whenever necessary, whenever the need arises for it to be changed. The thoughts of over-exerting myself for a selfish cause hinders the flow of my thoughts. Hence I ask my imagination, bearing the load of the truths that it hides, to once again shut the doors of my castle, not let the devil of doubt enter the core and tamper the faith resting inside.I have taken more than I have given, of which I have not
bothered to spend on him from whom I have taken, nevertheless,the courage to ask more has not died.I have no other Epithet’s in my praise but selfish, greedy and
mean minded pervert. Yet my mind mesmerizes me into believing that I am right.
Helpless, in the hands of nature, I have to agree, since I see no other road but the one which lays before me with its grand gate wide open, inviting me to enter.

Should I enter or should I not? Should I just stand here and see what happens after my counterparts enter? Would it be right for me to just stand here speechless and watch them move towards an unknown territory? The action, whose consequence we both deny, even though we know from inside the result. Even though we know that is an endless tunnel moving towards an abyss of infinite space.