It stood there, in a middle position
between, what was and what ought to be
A cafe of sorts, a city of dreams
Stated- souls shall come, souls shall leave
The menu- highly controversial
Offered everything from misery to laughter,
The deepest fears, overcome
Many battles that no one won
Amidst the aroma of life and death,
A table I found reserved for me
It had my name and destiny on it
But the paths to take were many
So who shall light the path, yonder
I wondered to myself ..
The Traveller from South Kansas
Or will I sit beneath shelves?
The waiter screamed CHOOSE !
He ain’t got all day
So I held him by his collar and whispered in his ears
“This is my choice, please do prepare”
What I asked, he did not have
Yet , what I seeked was his hearts solace
So he left to forge in eternal fires, the machinery of my fate.
And In all these years, I never again saw, that jolly infamous gate