Beckoning Me

The garden gate gently calls out to me Blowing in the breeze like a young girls dress Showing to me the unobtainable So many emotions I must suppress.  Freedom calls beckoning me to follow Fingers curved in, teasing me to go on Shall I shan't I decisions to be made What's out there making me wish to be gone Is it the promise of a special meal Or a day in the health spa to look good Guess its none of these things that makes me feel Like escaping through that gate by the wood It's the Sales bargains to be got Must go now or I will miss the lot.