posted January 13, 2008 04:04 PM
When I wandered off of the road, I thought there was a trail. It wasn't; just a space between some branches. Pushed upon the branches, but to no avail..the branches wouldn't bend that way. So I turned to the left and faced a purple sort of blaze. It burned my face, and so I didn't go that way. I went right found a mountain, fixed with wheels. Pushed it away. Cept for the wheels. Kept them for myself cuz I kinda like the feel of a toe and a heel with a wheel and a song as I'm rolling along, I hit the curb.
And the sign said:
DO NOT ENTER
So I didn't. Instead I went back to where I came from. From the source of my pain, from the who that I am.
It was real and done, it was everyone who had ever hurt me or praised me. It was the best of me and the worst of me in song, played on a 64 box of Crayola crayons.
The colors reminded me of the purple blaze, so I walked back into the future with my newfound wisdom. With my newfound peace of mind I returned to the path from the false trail. I knew I would not lose my way again. For each wrong turn from that point on, knew it's moment of my appreciation.