The road on which I walk
Is seemingly even and straight
Sometimes a crossing comes up
But it’s always fairly safe

Those that encounter windings
Holes and sideway haunts
Luring the wary of mind
With body towards the unknown

It is those that tell tales of
Strange new worlds and creatures
We listen and imagine sometimes
Long for an adventure or two

But the day rarely comes
That we the ones bound to home
And hearth set out to search
For the weird, ways and windings

The unknown is not to be seen
By all who walk this earth
Only the ones blessed perhaps
With strength and courage endure

It’s their role in the ways
Of world and heart to bring
Tidings to the rest of the folk
Not so eager to walk beyond

(Arifa Isabel - March 2005)

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