There's a wall around my garden
and in that wall appeared a door
I've lived here many years now
but not noticed it before
Its paint is worn and faded
you can see wood right through the green
and though its peeled and cracked in places
you can see nothing in between
And for some reason, until today,
I never gave much thought at all,
About what the world might look like,
On the other side of that wall.
But now I gaze upon that door,
Which has suddenly appeared to me.
And place my hand upon the latch,
And step out ....cautiously.
And what did you see?