The Path (notebook archives #1)

(Originally written 16th June 2011)

Walking through the paths of my mind

I see a track leading off the main path


But a fence blocks the entrance
Newly hewn: fresh pine and shiny steel.

I glance down the track

I’ve seen it before;
I used walk down there all the time

Before the fence was put in.

I could still go there, if I wanted.

I Could climb over that fence,
stretch my legs and head into the prickly bushes.

But I don’t want to.

And I don’t have to, anymore.

I used to get dragged down there,
but now I am free to keep walking.

In fact — looking closely, I see fresh weeds
starting to crawl up the wooden planks.

I have no intention of clearing them.

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