There are no markings to give notice.
Where this path might take them.
It's unknown to those who've been before.
Fog blurs the vision of what's ahead.
Giving only sight to right in front.
Don't extend your hand to see.
You might lose sight completely.
Walking at a tempered pace.
One would assume there's naught.
No rush to quicken the steps.
Taking them down this unseen path.
How long; they murmur to none.
Because not one can hear.
None can hear, because none are there.
There; where path leads to nowhere.
"Why do you travel, Traveler?
Is there meaning to your journey?"
The pebbles seem to say; in unison.
Yet the soul stays silent in turn.
"What is the purpose to your steps?
Why do you press on forever?"
The fog whispers quietly.
Yet the soul does not reply.
There seems no purpose to this quest.
The query has gone unanswered.
The steps seems aimless in their gait.
There seems no end in sight.
The path becomes more narrow.
As time stretches on: it seems,
As if by some mad design,
There's a test near to come.
"If you could but see ahead,
I'm sure you would be more wise."
Murmured the grass in hush.
"NO!", shouted the wandering soul.
Steps halted upon loosed pebbles.
Breath puffing out amidst heavy fog.
Grass silently swishing to and fro.
"I must not see." spoke the soul, hastily.
"I must not see further up the path.
I can only see what's in front of me.
Only harm will come from seeing,
Knowing what's further beyond."
The soul puts feet in motion again.
Taking to the silence now felt.
No whispers can be heard.
Though silenced, they will test again.
Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©
