As I near a dead end I can’t help but wonder
why is this here?
Who saw fit to place this in my path
and under what authority?
For when I think about it they’ve taken my choice:
turn around – it’s all that’s left.
No forward, no notion of turn,
just back. Back the way I came.
But haven’t I been there before?
I just came from there.
How can someone force me to face this,
what I already have.
In vanity I search for a route,
anything to avoid the inevitability that is
clawing, pulling at my unwilling feet,
back, back, back.
No, I say, no, it is not to be!
But it is.
My mind screams,
thoughts bouncing within the confines of my skull,
as trapped as I am now,
as trapped as the world is within its walls.
No, not walls -
but effort of illusion.
Then, just as the sun rises
inevitably
a thought dawns. One thing, so elusive at first,
but now so transparent, there the whole time.
I had only look to see
Acceptance is key.
There is but one path,
and by denying it I will truly fall
into the trap.
What trap, you ask?
Why, the trap of never knowing
what it is to be.
I have always been at a dead end.
All paths eventually end
without exception.
So when given the glorious chance to turn around
and start over, live it all again,
do not fear it.
No comments:
Post a Comment