Paths

I saw the edge – I felt its charm;
I knew that it could do me harm.
Then the path – flat and well paved;
that place where Spirits all behaved
Beckoned with its tempting call
“Come back here and fear the fall.”
So for years I walked that way;
the path of sameness every day.
Tomorrow I hope I can be
in trackless places – wild and free.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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