A cave was once my home.
A cozy cave and warm.
It size - a point of pride,
And all the things inside.

A stranger once arrived
Through doors I'd never seen
And bid me go outside
Where I had never been.

"There's nothing there," I told
Him. "Quit these hallowed halls
And leave me to behold
The grandeur of my walls."

Though I had closed the door
He came back more and more
Till I agreed to wait
And listen to his lore.

Soon after, in my dreams
I flew to lands he wist,
Imagining the things
I thought did not exist.

Till finally, in stealth,
I shuffled through the door,
Blinded by the wealth
The world had kept in store.

Now, with doors unfurled,
My cave seems small and plain.
Beyond it - is a world
Its walls cannot contain.