What wonders this world reveals
to those who wait long enough to behold them,
but not to sleepy eyes who search
for meaning in the labyrinth of the past,
where regrets block every turn
like minotaurs posing riddles in a language
that can never be understood.
You enter that maze of your own accord,
and die there filled with envy,
pain, and discordant thoughts.
You must turn your back on that strange world
that you tell yourself is familiar and safe,
and wander out into the garden
where lovers walk hand in hand
and children play.
Satisfaction is the hand you take
when you are at your weakest.
Let it pull you through the garden path
where roses grow perpetually.
Above, the sky, too, grows into infinite depths.
Let your eyes search them
till the light of the most distant star reaches you,
and a song of the moment dances from your lips
and springs headlong into the future
where it waits to meet you
with a kiss.
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