There was a path worn through the brush to one side
Beaten and torn, pummeled and abused
A gateway to
this other world
An open place
Go on in
I felt the need
To step inside
To feel the things
That they did see and
To be the things that I've always wished to be
On lonely nights
It was disappointing to find
That my dreams
Were not what
I wanted them to be
Were in fact very different
From anything I had ever wanted
From that which I call the world
This thing I think of as living
And the life I have made
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