How does he know what to choose?
The road less travelled or the well trodden path?
Has it ever been truly explored in the glory of his days.
When the way is unclear and path unseen.
The yellow brick road – to nowhere
An endless figure of what could be
A future imagining
A child knew
Castles in clouds
Deep with the innocence of youth
A wondrous world of make believe
So now he sits
Sun light warming his face with a wondrous warm hue, alone but not afraid
The boy from nowhere going somewhere.