(That’s 4 o’clock, you know, for
Lewis Carroll spoke it so)
‘Twas brillig in Adventure-land
as I observed a handsome man;
Young was he, and with him, she
was urging him to venture forth
upon the path to show his worth.
But, being late and she, quite bored,
suggested something untoward.
“Here,” said she, “I have the key
that points to which, these paths of three
providing straight and perfect end
to fun, adventure and pretend!”
He, smiling, took the oddity,
proceeded forth most dutifully.
It seemed a happy end, for they
could go along their merry way.
Yet I could not be satisfied,
and asked the hostess, to the side,
“What would happen if, instead,
I chose the path unknown ahead?”
She seemed confused by my suggestion,
for naught had ever dared to question.
Undaunted, she collected thought,
could not deny my ticket bought.
“Well, you may wander round and round
till finally longing to be found
would cry to Glory to be led
safely back to home and bed.”
Considering the ease of these,
the two of which she offered keys-
for naught but free!
Yet swift and easy, my soul chided,
was not the path we had decided
would bring fulfillment, joy and gain
so much to learn from loss and pain.
I softly smiled, refused the key,
“I’ll choose the path to see, to be,
enjoy the freedom that is me.”
I longed to peek round every turn
till weary I should long and yearn
to reach the end and call the game
with thankful heart that ‘ere I came.
To rest, repose, review, suppose…
What be the path that I should trust
when next the game I entered thus…..
And flying free
to a brand new
This, from a dream I had last night. I was at an amusement park. I dare not give credit to Mouse land for it gets too much already. I found myself in a beautiful garden, Wonderland style with a young couple waiting to enter a “ride” which was a choice of three paths, one a Labyrinth of sorts and the others would lead out. The maid who hosted the event was offering a “free trip” to the end with a key which the young couple was eager and happy to take, avoiding the hassle of having to take the unknown and thus slower route.
To the side I asked her what lay on the unknown path and would I wander round about aimlessly there should it be chosen instead. She answered yes, it does not lead out but that when one wearied of the twists and turns they might call for help and be delivered from the Labyrinth. Still, I thought how much more interesting the twists and turns would be compared to the swift, uninteresting and set path that the others chose. I asked if there would be someone watching me all the time and she said yes. I knew I would choose the unknown path, the long way round, the brambles and blooms, the ups and downs; for this is the only life worth living to me. Rich, diverse, full, and leaving its imprint upon my soul.