Wrong Path

Path

March 23, 2006

On the beaten path
I stop and ask myself why
For if this path is my destiny
How did it go so array?
I put up a roadblock in direction A
Hoping that he would surely stay away
Faced with the challenge
He quivered and crumbled
“I couldn’t find the answer”, he mumbled
He kept on walking
Humming a tune
Staring blankly at the stars
On a bright, crisp day in June
Along came direction B
Where I had set up a trap
He tiptoed around it
And broke his back
He hollered and screamed in pain and anguish
He just simply rolled his eyes
And began to regress
Although he kept going
His steps got shorter and slower
Turtles had whizzed right by him
Spitting on his shoulder
From up ahead he spotted path C
His head started spinning; he could hardly wait and see
This time I dug a hole so deep
That when he went running
He fell into it hitting his head and fell fast asleep
He slept for a long time
With no-one there to wake him
I think I finally caught him
But as usual, I was mistaken
While he was resting
Another was finding her way
She stopped to tie her shoes
And heard his dreams come into play
She looked down below her
And shouted out for him
Her voice awoke his slumber
And he began to grin
Although there were more paths to block off
I didn’t anticipate this
She helped him from his hole
And now they walk together in bliss
Back on the path
I am still finding my way
No matter what I did so did they
Lesson be learned
You can’t stop destiny
Even if prolonged
You will always fall short, you’ll see