Undead Astronauts

I do not know
If I want to go
Explore the unknown
That stands before me.

It seems so tall
And predictably still
Yet with no way around
And only one way in.

Will I emerge the same?
Or perhaps with great change?
Who have but I to blame
If things go awry.

And so, standing straight,
I’ll walk through that gate
Knowing if things are to change
I’ll be wary.