It’s dark and muddled, the view beyond hidden from my sight
This window that lies before me, taunting me with it’s treasure.
Resting behind it, this stoppered hole in what passes for my world,
There is an universe I as of yet only dream of exploring fully.
I know some of what is there, stories passed to me from others
Those of my realm who have strayed outside but returned at a later time.
They gave me tales wondrous and terrible, both bright and dim,
But always did I enjoy these incredible chronicles, for they were my only escape.
Trapped as I was with my dreary world, constantly did look past the locked door
Always have I wanted to know, to see with my own eyes the sights and scents.