Does it ever seem that the world has laid a path?
A walkway through life that does not wander
Does not vary, does not allow for change?
Have you been bound and girdled
By the path chosen by the mob
By the straight, careful, manicured way?
Do you ever look from side to side
Seeing a path through the wild
Made by feet unknown, unshod
And wonder where it would lead?
No, it is not safe, is not careful
Is not secure, may be wrong.
But, then again...
It may lead to that secret place
That hidden sanctuary
To a retreat that is only yours
A garden laying in wait
Lush and green, wild with flowers
Colors you can't imagine
Tumbling all round
And in the middle of the garden
A place for you.