Keep right on to the end of the road.

narrative verse in rhyming quatrains

 

Keep right on to the end of the road.

 

Perhaps I dreamt or did I wake?
To see a new reality.
I was not sure which road to take.

To seek familiarity.

 

Or strike out blindly in the hope.

I’d be successful in my quest.

 

I tossed a coin, let fate decide

How quickly and which way to go.

 and by fates choice I would abide.

There was no way that I could know.

 

I struck out blindly in the hope

I’d be successful in my quest.

 

For what I sought I did not know

But was aware that I must try

Quite confident that fate would show

  me the way,the how and why.

 

I walked on blindly in the hope.

I’d be successful in my quest.

 

I travelled on untrodden ways

 Which rarely saw the feet of men.

Continuing forward always.

Each day my journey starts again.

 

I do not need to see to hope

I’ll be successful in my quest.

 

I am quite sure I will arrive

Exactly where I’m meant to be.

Although for now I have to strive.

I’ll reach my goal eventually.

 

Though I have nothing but my hope

 to be successful in my quest.

 

I will walk on and not look back.

Stick to the choice fate made for me

and overcome each sly attack.

 By doubts bent on deterring me

 

What need have I for   aught but hope

 to be successful in my quest.

 

 Now I grow old my pace is slow

I’m sure I’m near my journeys end.

 and very soon I’ll get to know

 the truth on which I can depend.

 

I’ve journeyed on buoyed up by hope

 to learn the purpose of my quest.

 

Though what I learn I cannot share.

You have no way to contact me.

For you are here and I somewhere.

Enjoying endless liberty.

 

Monday, 27 September 2010

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Reviews

[Cliff Rhodes]

Mystery to the end, only catching just a glimpse in the words, and we are off again. Seems like I am the same, starting another thought just as the last one gets written onto the page.

[Emily May]

this is beautiful. a real pleasure to read. :)

[Robin]

and thus the mystery conitues ~ I see the Cheshire Cat still has his roost at the crossroads ~