(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.