The Trail Of Trials

The trail, was a trial of sorts that twisted around dreams, amidst surreal reality. It was there, To Be Traveled, and learn from its diverse trials. It had many fork up and downs that at first, it had some most traversed, but after a few decisive turns, nothing but new wonder meant trials; Avast wonderland opened up alight dreamlike illusions, somewhere in between - hope and miracles.

Life had been, just a rut amidst Monday to Friday, set patterns in concrete come place mats, mundane routines. Saturday and Sunday were always tempting but somehow filled with - “To Do List,” being naught Knots To Be Accomplished, only being this multiplied procrastination, onto procrastination built up mountain pile. Reality being that one gets few things done. Sundays - always starts a new week, or ends the past week, this to and fro, past and future pendulum, adrift a Sunday momentary finite second present, tick onto tock.

Should not existence, be our lives - living senses adrift tenses: Exploring the water colors amidst waterfalls; sense hues aloft pristine majestic mountain ranges; wildflower meadow lark prancing butterflies, sparkling babbling brook songbird tenses. Close your eyes and breathe in fresh rejuvenated unbridled imagination. Do not wilt - the morrow away. Do naught compost, day in, day out, in I wish - I could, I would - but can’t, I to eye knows – my nose senses - I should.

Right fork up or Left fork down? Working stiff, bear impossible trials; failure assured by others, who never tried, relating to those, who never attempted, any kind of futile attempt, upon unknown barriers. Those Coach Couch Potatoes, who know everything, in knowing nothing; for they are the faultless example, of the perfect human moron. These Superior beings, being societies Master Crass of debauchery, and decadence, de elevate that “ME” in “I ALONE,” that trump all friends and foe alike. We have all dealt with them, growing up in schools, college, business, where the bully keeps, getting more obnoxious, at each hieratical idiot upturn self-esteem level. But you see, we are taking the other fork and leaving behind the fork up’s. After all, society trains us to be fork up’s, and/or follow fork up’s.

Left a freewill choice, let us navigate those unique twists and turns without society shackles to bind us to accepted conformity, in what one can do, and cannot attempt. We have been taught from working castes preset protocols, to be serf submissive compliant complacent followers. That one was born either into wealth, in its hieratical privileged aristocracy of Chess royal pieces, or be this servant Pawn of Time, to be expendable commodities that are dependable to follow commands At Will, without questioning, WHY?  Let us leave that thought behind, now let us unwind and flutter Freedom, amid fresh air flairs in Poet Tree branches,

To Be Finished depends on the Trail's Trial.