Ajar

Trampling through the tangled twines,
resting only when I hit rock bottom

ever, I spend my tenacious traversing
through the void of every dream I thought was true;

enters more muddled madness in my mind
scorching the flowered floating Lilly pads that mark the way.

But, icy cold is the cauldron that curdles and bubbles the future fair.
Did I dare dawdle, down away my darling driveway to the dawn ?

I can barely focus on the door above my very reach,
and it is yet, ajar ! Did I miss a serendipitous second chance ?

I deserve to stand alone
at the very edge of the truth, and see the gates.

In a perfect world we'd get BOTH choices
in the cherished chapters of our lives !

And a parallel planet we'd produce, by our poorly chosen paths;
and we'd join together at the summit, towards the vista of the light.

For we would share the knowledge
of both of the journeys, through those doors;

and our light will be forever brighter,
for when we reach the very edge of the perfect pool of light.

But, that hesitation has a haunting inside my head !
And I'll never forget the pause before fate briefly left the door................ajar.