Story of the corner and me

I thought for a while it wasn’t meant for me

when he said there’s a corner straight up ahead

but the curious in me looked into that dream

and I saw it sitting there in patient repose

waiting for me to turn into love.

I passed him on the road for he had come that way

and I walked on steadily to reach that state of mind

but weighted down with burdens of numerous kinds

it took a whole lifetime to stand as one triumphant.

I turned then to see if he’d waited for my smile

but like a ghost he’d vanished into the ether of mind

and we stood together there for a number of years

until I knew the time was right to go the way I’d come

and settle in the safety of retail therapy

to weight myself again with things I’ll never own.

But I own my love of him stuck now like a toad

in the flesh and bones of an ordinary man

walking, walking, walking, but not going anywhere
and thinking there is merit in talking to the trees.

So the moral of the tale is to stay within the known

and not travel round the corner into the realm of soul

for there you’ll find that love sits like a spider does

in constant spin of webs and a sometimes catch of minds.

I was caught, you see, and chewed until made into new

but now today I think what a useless waste of time

better spent in walking into the jaws of lions

and sinking into demise without a knowing smile!

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