A Poem Before I Go Out The Door?

A poem before I go out the door?
Unlikely, but who knows?
I see the sunlight through the window
Outside beckons.
The indoor world is wonderful
But only inside is too much lost

I want to walk
I want to feel the fresh wind of the early morning
I want to feel free in just being alive

The poem is the anticipation
Of something so simple and basic in life
Almost everyone can have it