Broken, Maybe

Alright,
my heart is broken,
     open to the world,
          to all life,
     as I walk from one room to another,
     looking at the light through the windows,
          and feeling the breeze
               flowing through the house.

Okay,
my mind may be gone as well,
     staring in awe at the smallest things,
     the world and the unknown,
     as I step up to the door,
          and turn the knob,
               and listen for the latch to open
               to everything.

Well now,
this is interesting,
my soul seems to be lost,
     traveling into the unknown,
          new scenes everyday,
          new adventures,
          that I can ignore
               to be normal.

Hmmm...
maybe I am wrong,
     mistakes have been made,
          all the time.
But then,
maybe I am OK.