To,

The one who has not explored the world, for the world inside is obscured.

step out of the door, leave it ajar,
let the wind blow in, don't be afraid of the scars. In the cathedral of yours, you are surrounded by loads,
burden of unseen thoughts,
a rope strangling your throat,
the monster who prowls,
explore the tactics to keep them under control.

In the yards of breeze, let yourself lose the keys,
Portals will bloom,
when you wander in lost fumes,
Breathe-in its zeal,
Let the smoke of woods accentuate the universe of self-exploring theme.

Listen to the winds, who ruminate & sing:-

"You, the tranquil blaze of the morning sun,
a dose of lively boisterous wine,
go,
explore the world,
create it with your own insights".