On bends in the road
They tell me that when you go through the arch the mist is gone ... But … I’m afraid to go and see for myself I don’t know if that’s so I haven’t gone there But … maybe the mist will lift here soon, maybe the mist will reach there soon, maybe I don’t mind mist so much, and … I know this side so well. I don’t know what’s at the other side. I don’t know who’s at the other side and … maybe I like where I am now, maybe I am happy on this side of the arch there’s nothing wrong with this side. They tell me that there’s no mist there. But I can’t see around the turn in the road. I don’t need to go there But I could But why would I It might be lovely there. But it’s safe here, and familiar. But … to move is to change, and movement is good, change is good, but to change brings fear To take the turn is frightening But take the turn anyway. I can’t see it yet...