The caverns of my dark despair
Are just illusions set as snares.
Base metals such as these are there
For such as I to use and share,
'til transformation's secret's bared

Many choose to tread warm ways
To safely trudge through toilsome days;
So careful not to turn their gaze
From side to side to watch the play,
Lest they be trapped within the maze.

I know I should beware.
I should stop and stare a while.
I know that I should care enough
To stop and help awhile.

Others choose short paths through chance
so fraught with tragic circumstance;
Their minds are trapped within the trance,
And, puppet-like, they join the dance,
Forgetful of their love-filled plans.

I know I should beware.
I should choose the place I stand.
I know that there are snares enough
To trap us all despite our plans.

So live your life like love's tale told,
And sail beyond the dark blue cold
Of failure, grief and guilt untold.
Turn fear to courage then behold
Light from the dark, like lead to gold.