will show you a path in which treasure sits at the very end of its
winding corridors. Majestic trees, leaves the color of amber, branches
thick and strong, line each side. They will show it to you and say
"Don't go there."
They will show you a home with lighted windows and
music drifting out of them into the night. Laughter plays on the
doorsteps teasing you with its gaiety. They will show it to you and say,
"Don't enter there."
They will show you a pool of shimmering fluid that reflects the warm sun and it will invite you in to wash You of your
sins and cool your temperature. They will show it to you and say,
"Don't swim there."
Then they will bring you to a place of blackness
and death. Where graves sit rotting and stinking in the cold wind.
Where promises are broken and cries are carried on the wings of a long
extinct bird. They will show it to you and say, "There. Go there. That
is your home."
And you will go simply because you do not know any better.