I sat by the window sill and glanced
At everyone who passed,
Either on foot, a car or a bike –
Envious, I thought, Wow! They have everything I like.
Stepping out seemed to be the cue,
But the path to going back in wasn’t hidden in any clue.
I rummaged through everything around me
To find the source of happiness that was within me.
Yes, the grass on the other side is always greener,
But that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s nicer.
When will we realize to stop and smell the roses,
Even if it means that the other door closes?