What have I to see?

I ask myself,

Ridding down the same old road

There’s a lot to see

I remind myself 

For I have never taken an alternate way, be it less travelled

What have I to see?

A lot is what I feel

There’s not much I’ve anyways seen

On my side, Time has never been

What have I to see?

This world beyond my life and my work, makes me keen

Spending most of my time around these

Always standing on the crossroad of choices, just that border, the crease

What have I to see?

There’s so much to actually feel and be

Reminding myself for this life is not me

What have I to see?

The wild greens, where there’s no end to see

The mist rising from the blue sea,

Docking itself on this bay,

Different Calls of the wild, ensuring the ride of a life time

What is there to see?

Is not a question I need

I keep reminding myself, there is indeed a lot more to see