Paths XIV

At first an explorer of the world around me
picking wild blackberries, running the fields,
playing with crawdaddies in the ditches,
watching the frogs in exodus after a storm,
fascinated with the green things that appealed.

Mozart would one day find me, and take me
to a land so far from my start, a land devoid
of my reality that only grew within my heart.
He molded a free individual who found life
within, not just in the world without.

T. H. White was the one who led me deeper
into the realms of a human's thoughts,
into the ways of accepting my tragedies,
into the freedoms of flight through history,
through a kingdom, and a great king's start.

When combined with my own beginnings,
down all of the paths that I would follow,
a method could be derived in order to survive,
endure my rivals, meet them adeptly
in daily battles, and live a life not hollow.

For hollow is what it should have been.
Of that you can be sure. To have not had
that world within, I would never have endured
the hopelessness, the pointlessness,
of a cursed and tragic life with an empty start.

Life is an interesting thing to look back upon,
to analyze, to realize at the end of the trail,
to understand how the world could've been,
and just how frail is the individual within.
A foundation on which to build a tale.