Normal

Sunday, August 24, 2008
Normal

Everyday standard, works for me
follow this path continuously
not a turn to the right nor a jaunt to the left
No shadows, no light, only one shade
I test my confinement
nudging it, like a corpse, with a stick of inspiration
Does it budge? Did it blink?
hard to say. better move on.
but on the path or off it? Mystery lies to every side
options, ideas, crowding so close I almost scream
bright crayola colors taunt me from beyond.
But what of my path? This well tended path.
So constant and so true, who would doubt such a simple direction?
I creep on.
Cautious, wary of a misstep.
Sweet soft pale glow leads me on.
Ahead lies a problem. I can see it now
far away in its distance, yet immediate and hard to bear
I can see as I start to stumble, not far from here my path splits.
two new paths emerge. both beautiful, both treacherous
one constant, as before. Steady, sturdy, Sweet breezes and gentle flames. Heading towards eternity
one winding, convoluted. Pitch black, stained glass, neon sky and opal moon. sometimes hard to see
I look to the air, the glorious sky. No answers here.
Suggestions and dreams pull back and forth
me a ragdoll to my own dilemma
Shuffling feet and sidestep nervously
look behind, no way back. Look beyond no easy track
blindfold, spin around. Take a step..........
Unknown, but on my way.................