The Path Through the Swamp

[shavastak]

The path through is a mirage
I see it through a transparent haze
It shifts like quicksand
This way, that way
Do say, don’t say
Do stay, don’t stay

On one side, dry land
Food cooking on a campfire
A warm tent to sleep in
On the other side, a vast sea
Cold, sparkling waves
An exciting place to sail

Both sides blocked
Cut off
Walled away

As I trudge through this mire
The way forward looks clearer
It leads through thorns and razor-wire
Past the sparkling sea
Past the food and the fire
Out of the swamp and into the darkness