All alone in the dark,
With nothing but a spark.

My mind in a trance,
I can't even catch a glance

But through the dark and the pain,
A light begins to wane

A light of hope, so bright,
Like a full moon on a splendid night.

As it shines across the land,
In the palm of a wanderer's hand.

The wanderer then awoke,
From this strange and mystic yoke.

It's time to make a turn,
So his heart won't get a burn.

To all new road ahead,
And all the sorrows to share.

Ahead there's a crossroad,
But the wanderer is afraid to go.

He isn't sure of what to do,
Neither does he have a clue.

So he reaches his heart,
With a courage to make a start.

Left or right, the wanderer stands,
Which path does his feet commands?

The path of evil or that of good,
Which one would do him good?

But as he stood in dismay,
Another path came out to say:

'Why not a third road to take,
To see what life will make?'

He decided to follow the path,
Or let's say, he followed his heart.

Away from what's known and true,
To see what life will ensue.

The wanderer took a chance,
And walked away with happy romance.

With flowers and rainbows,
And a new journey to pursue.

The wanderer found his bliss,
As his heart was filled with bliss.

A path that led him to a happy life,
And kept his soul forever alive.

The wanderer learned a lot that day,
About what life's about, I'd say.


© Bilqees Olowu🌹