Cobbled Path

That cobbled path shaped your destiny,
It journeyed down to a little shop,
Where along with coffee and eggs and bagel,
The owner sold some dreams.
Some were bought and nourished,
Most rusted on the dusty shelf
Behind the cookie jar...

On the flight of fantasies you took off,
Fueled by drinks and smokes, some impatience
And a little love-
The risks were taken, as the winds were fast,
You closed your eyes...
But the unforgiving mind was unshackled.

The path chooses the walker, maybe,
That cobbled path chose a few desperate souls-
When the dreams rose to the ethereal sky,
Some watched them fly,
Some paid to fly along
With a little bit of love and coffee and smokes,
And some just could not afford...

The cold hands lit a fire in your heart,
So you swam the fathomless skies
With some bits of clouds and a few drops of rain
To soothe your parched veins,
The Real sank in deeper and intertwined with your dreams,
While you hesitated at the edge of the cobbled path.

That cobbled path will choose her lover,
And hand in hand they will confide to each other,
And such a day when the stones shall shine,
There will be no rush, no sorrow, no pain of life,
No religion, no deceit, no words, and no lies-

Sid