I walk wearily down a mud laden path;
the haze clouding my everyday follows.
Destination veiled, I wander aimlessly, hoping
some magic destiny will find me;
but life holds little wonder on this day.
Look just off the road,
perhaps you can see the path I missed;
leading to that secret garden,
where children still dance and giggle
in the warm, bright sun lit afternoons.
Take me there, with you;
away from the everyday to a happier place.
Let us dance together with the children;
laughing in the moonlight
to joyful sounds of Pan’s flute.