~Midnight Poetry Presents~ Pathways There lays a road, out there beyond, and far, far away, hidden beneath the cool trees, where dusk keeps its secrets safe, not too many people want to travel this direction, others have no choice in the matter, But hey, some do enjoy their walk. What awaits them there? Well…I don’t know, they never do say, “See for yourself!” They reply. And so I proceed, I make my own way, to that hidden place, the secret realm within the trees, that waits in the shadows, so far, far away. And when I get there, the path way opens up…for suddenly, it becomes all too clear, the writing on the wall is easier to read, I pass through a place of knowledge and intrigue, I see sights my eyes don’t believe, neither would your own, but you have to come see! “Hurry, over here! Come and See!” The road begins easy enough, but is fenced in and well protected, there’s not much room for exploration. But as I travel onward, the trail widens up, and the fence…is gone! Yet the keepers of the trees, they still watch, they still see, the guardians see me onward, until I am out of their line of sight. So the road begins to darken, and the warmth of the sun, is far behind me now, my way is as dark as night, with no light…and no one to guide me down my path, I proceed along without fear; I’ll fight my way through this final trek! Of a route so many before me have taken, and before me lays, this final stretch of land, endless, hidden, kept to the shadows, shrouded in a lifetimes worth of mysteries, as it rolls ever onward, I see nothing except for what my thoughts create, and my actions uncover, new faces, new challenges, obstacles I have yet to endure, feelings I have never felt before! You see…that’s the fascination which leads us down this foreboding road, for each pathway is different, and we each achieve a different ending. For that road before my feet, is my own road, my path, my guide through, these dark and gloomy woods, and my feet keep me along, down this somber trail, and up ahead of me, I see that faint, flicker of light, a dancing, alluring goddess, all the way down the road, what was her name? Hope? I believe was her name, but who knows, that’s just what’s on my mind. For this road is different to one and all, for to each his own, we all have our own lives, our own fate, some roads are long and drawn out, some roads shorter than others, some roads will never be walked upon, some never paved. But am I done walking, is my journey complete? No, I don’t think so, not yet anyway, but who knows, what waits around the next bend in the road, what is the answer? What is that mystery to life, that sleeps, beneath the cool shade, of these sacred trees? What’s out there waiting to be discovered, waiting inside me, to be awakened? I’m not really sure of my fate, but I do know one thing, when Ive reached the end of this pathway… I’ll never be the same…
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 04:43:21 +0000
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