A Yellow Gate Opens Five Times

A Yellow Gate Opens Five Times

A yellow gate opens five times,

leading us down a road.

Footsteps stepping across the stones of

a passing river, one that won’t be there long.

The second is a story making its way

down to a stone where people buy

games and tickets an rides that they

can’t find anywhere but here.

Almost as though they were all

traveling the same path going to the

same place, wondering about all the things they

saw along the way.

Until they come to a bar where no one

else is around and Stop!

We all look around to make sure we’re not alone,

and that the other people are still around us.

For to travel a road alone is a scary thing

and to see a shadow even if it’s a tree

sends shivers down the spine until we fall

asleep, or wake up.

Because we love them, we don’t always see

what is in front of us or know what we

see isn’t how it is but that’s okay too

because these people need us the way we are.

So maybe they can go away later and come

back someday to help us see things the

way we need to see them. In the meantime

it’s just yelling and passing the time.

And there was a song that my mother used to

sing to me when I was young that is still

playing somewhere in the back of my mind.

Maybe it’s one of those doors back in the beginning.

And there’s a lot of different songs you hear in life,

all of them telling you can do this, you can do that,

all the while not being what you think and that

makes you think later its the devil acting up inside you.

But it’s not and whatever happens in life you

always go back to the places that you once knew, that are

the way they used to be, all until you’ve gotten

everything out of them that you need.

The mean guys and the bad guys

make it seem like it won’t ever end,

or ever have anything to do with

anything but what we owe one another.

Little do they know there’s more to it

and more than them that know that

one thing is as another in the long journey

that only has one thing at the end.

And waiting and working do get to be a

tiring to one’s soul, and it dies more times than

you can count but that’s okay because that’s

what it is there for.

Time passes like a walking stick

where one of us asks the other for it and

gives it away without a thought, somewhere

a magician is yelling where all his wands went.

Other times you stop at a waterfall and

your mouth drops open in appreciation or

awe you can’t make up your mind because the

other understands that is what it’s there for.

One man sees a man eating and asks

for a bite, he says okay and gives the rest away.

Some people yell and some people wonder

but we all known this is what we do.

Our family we grow up with and play

games with, then we grow up and play

games we shouldn’t with, until we find that

too’s a game and it’s just to keep an

Eye on something we don’t want to let go of

quite yet, which is okay because in this

place we don’t have to. We can just do

what we need to do and it all works out.

At times we seem bigger than anything,

other times we see it isn’t big it’s just us going away,

so we can come back again with something in some

way just a little bit different.

Accidents do happen though, and it only takes

the smallest of things to send us off and running

to the ends of the earth hoping we can fix it

When we may not have to, but we do it anyway.

And it isn’t until you sit down and

write it all out that you think maybe that friend

back in school wasn’t crazy or wrong when he would

look at you and smile and tell you it was all his doing.

And you smile back and you cry and you laugh

and it’s okay because it understands that too.

History rewrites itself around you until it doesn’t

need to and everything is either you or that other

if she trained you well. Sometimes things have to

be out-of-sight for awhile.

Just remember that the things in your head

stay there, but can affect what you do to things around you,

and it’s not a question of science or magic or

philosophy or arguing or being sick or healthy.

It’s just dieing, something we all do and got

to do. But a boy and his dog can seem like

a bubble to a distant constellation, in a world that’s

moving faster than a strong man lifts a brick

And the gears inside us make sure we aren’t

ever in a place that we don’t need to be in

for a period of time that is going to

Asleep we find out much about ourselves

we could never awake. Things change at a

more appropriate rate and everything we thinks

going on we see isn’t.

Time goes slow and fast, over

and over again just enough to

remind us that we aren’t in charge and have

No Idea what’s going on.

Except that it’s for the better. And

what seems hard and impossible at some times

seems easy at others, so maybe we

shouldn’t try so hard.

And somewhere there’s a kid hollering

at his mom about his lost dog that

maybe his sister took out and never

brought back. So he hollers and yells.

We all meet each other at different points

of our lives and the one we love may

in fact not be just one, but all

around us.

Do everything a spot of good.

But that doesn’t make sense, and that’s okay

too because when I’m thinking about something

you’ve already gone off to feed us

which is what you’re supposed to do and

you do it wonderfully.

So who knows where I’ll be or who I’ll

be when you get this, the only thing

a person has to know is that love inside

us is only about us, no matter anything.

It’s not where you’re at or where it is but where you lay it.


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