October 23, 2007
By Alyssa Miller, New City, NY

Oh, so curious, and deviated from the path
Watching a caterpillar spin its chrysalis
It yearns for beauty, too.

The exploration continues;
there is a lovely bed of flowers
swaying in the wind,
this is not an amiable garden.
Weeds are unacceptable.

The road diverges
and twists into two separate paths.
The one chosen ends abruptly.
Now everything is lost.

Illusions are real.
Reality is an Illusion.
Need a way out.
The door is locked.
Need to get out.
Wake up.

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