There’s a gate
Can you see it up ahead?
Maybe you’re already here
Wondering, looking, worrying
Do I step through? But what then?
There’s a path beyond, in a shroud of mist, which winds its way from present sight
Few clues as to destination, apart from an old signpost, declaring ‘From here on’
It’ll need a trusting push to proceed
Doors don’t open themselves
And you could turn back or seek another way
You have done a bit of that, off-path stuff
Though let it be said, this path has not let you down, and sometimes made you smile
And now this portal to the unseen and unknown
You’ve been here before though you’ve never been here before
Wondering, looking, trusting
And before you can move, the gate, it opens itself
In the mist, a kindly light
