Curiosity Quenched

Sometimes while walking the golden path, You come across a silver one. Glistening in the moon light, you turn Never realizing what you’ve done. It isn’t that it is more beautiful Than the one that you were on. Only that you can not stifle the curiosity Over the places you’ve never gone. But soon the grey clouds swirl Taking your moon light away And you discover that the path you’re walking Is not silver, but grey. You try to stumble backwards but It’s now too dark to see And suddenly you can find your way everywhere Except where you’re supposed to be. It’s easy now to dwell on how Naïve it was for you to stray And to let the darkness you have wandered in Darken each and every day. Never noticing that there is a break Of russet across the horizon, Until the sun pierces your eyes Making everything it touches golden. But no matter that you won’t lift your eyes You can still see your feet. And you notice that it is not grey On which your steady steps beat. You see the glistening familiar path Not grey but once again gold You never changed your course Yet you’re now warm instead of cold. IT seems that for you to be happy With the path of gold you were on You first needed to experience what it was Like for that road to be gone. And though it only seemed a detour That led you through the dark to the light, You will always know what lies beneath The silver that beckons you in the night.