Outside the Window

 I used to sit by the Window, thinking of the world outside,

Of the world unseen versus the one I had seen, as a divide,

Till one day I finally cast my doubts aside,

And walked through the door leaving my past inside.

I thought as I walked, of the things I missed out on,

The fresh caress of raindrops and the warm kiss of the sun,

The world became my Inn, and I, her guest,

There was no charge, no tax, more than ample for me to digest.

Beyond that door, I was never going to be the same,

The only things I retained, were my experience and my name,

I saw giant peaks, and the vast blue sea, with golden sand beneath my feet,

I saw lush green forests, quaint little towns, often a stop to rest and sleep.

I met travelers from different lands, antique and new,

They regaled me with their tales of  life on both sides of the window,

We owned not any strip of land nor a drop of the seas,

Yet we possessed the immeasurable wealth of our innumerable stories.

Give me the long road anytime, with the wind ruffling my hair,

It beats sitting behind a windowsill wondering 'what's out there?',

I no longer sit by that window thinking of what could have been,

I chose to walk my path and venture on roads unseen....!