Gentle turns a path left fallow
By travelers whose hearts don’t feel.
But there are, in this world, those
Paths which by simply walking
Down them let us find and realize all of
Those hidden passions which once
Lay within their breast.
You can feel their love
Their hatred
Their joy
Their angst
And their sorrow swirls with the leaves
As jealousy crunches beneath your feet.
Each branch is a thought
Each leaf is a decision.
Every pathway tells a story to every
Thousand, and a thousand stories
To every individual.
I walked the ten fold path
And my heart set ablaze.
I ran the ten fold path and my lungs
Filled with tears.
I felt the ten fold path and my hands caressed
A thousand lovers.
I smelt the ten fold path and my heart
Swelled with anxiety.
I’ll live a thousand lives before I finish my own.
For the ten fold path
It told me so.