Other Paths

There must be other paths
More winding, tangled
Into sweet nothingness,
Insignificant
Sleeping hidden, overgrown,
Darker, deeper
Rock bound paths
Misted and rain drenched,
Where with one misstep,
You might stumble,
You might slip,
If you are lucky,
Into a real life.


(c) 2005 J.L. Stanley

labyrinth poems