“It’s hidden, it’s a secret, but, look carefully and you will find it… the secret path.” Gun Roswell
Find the secret path way
Through this world of grey
Where ever it may lay
All you need to do, is play
It may have been hidden
In plain sight
But if the bug, had already bitten
The adventure, already taken flight
With a backpack packed
Nothing will you lack
Make the coloured brick road
Your only goal
“Lush greens, do cover so many things, homes even, dwellings for those who don’t want to be seen” Gun Roswell
Secret hideaways
The red coloured houses, would usually indicate a stop sign, an x marks the spot type, to more like come find us, we are here, come see who we are, step inside our house!
But, the colour is well hidden, behind the lush green scenery. Hard to find, even at first glance, the small dwellings, even in the middle of the busy neighbourhood, there really is no reason why pass by you simply could.
Alas, with a careful eye, some of us spy, behind the leaves several well hidden lairs, but, being courteous, never wondering close enough, only taking a small peek, at what there just might be.
“What’s behind door number infinity? Secrets? Buried treasure? Bodies? Are you willing to find out?” Gun Roswell
Secret doorway
“Step right through, step right through” the bouncer shouted out loud
“Nobody knows what secrets may loom, behind this cool blue door,
Only a penny to enter, stay close to the center,
For stepping aside, may cause you to go blind,
But the the rewards at the end of the corridor awaits those,
Who dare to venture, inside, the scary door!”
Surprisingly, there was a line just outside
A long and a winding one at that, even of the fact
Was, that there might not be anything precious
Or even remotely reminiscent of a treasure
Hidden or otherwise, which would explain causing a smile
To those going through the scary door
Alas, I was still one among them, feeling strongly
That something worth while would turn up there, ever so wrongly
And, as I stepped inside, I heard the evil laughter
Of the doorman, knowing I might have been drafted
For something I would soon regret
But, then again the option of turning back…
Well, I had accepted the challenge
So going forward, to balance
The terror of a feeling, inside of me reeling
And after the door closed behind me, it had begun
Rantings Of A Third Kind 