TRAVEL-LESS ADVENTURES

I kept it down and stepped inside,
without a helper or a guide;
Left behind my coffee and the couch,
the way inside was with a crouch.

I followed the long narrow road,
and entered a huge home abode;
met new people, shared a few laughs,
Went through their family photographs.

I lived there for a few good days,
Enjoyed the moon, and shining rays;
I sat with them, packed up their troubles,
Played with the little kid and his bubbles.

Came back outside to my domicile,
Stepped upon the same old marble tile;
Now a new story inside me dwells,
But to get to work, my clock compels.

And yet another one goes back to the rack,
Along with my entire adventurous stack;
my little cuboids of magic potion,
each as deep and wide as the ocean.