Just A Thought

A Colourful Path

In a city where the sky was always gray,
There wasn't any time to spare
With everybody with business to attend.

In the middle square, a mysterious door appeared one day.
However, nobody went through it.
"Ignorance is a bliss", they said,
And there was not better way:

Every knowledge is dangerous,
And the wrong knowledge can kill you.
A risk comes with every thing, when starting anew.
So, they stayed the same, as much as they could.
... It was the only way they knew.

Two minutes, four hours...
Six days, nine months...
Nobody stepped through the door.
"It was better to leave it alone",
As if the door has a mind of its own.

A gray girl, like many others, couldn't fight her curiosity anymore.
"What could be through the door?", she thought,
No matter how they yelled at her,
How many they threatened or warned her...
The moment she turned the knob,
They ran for cover, as if it was a bomb.

Yet, no beast came, as they have thought.
No monster came to eat her whole...
She only saw something different through the door,
A colorful path that she stepped on.

Nobody stopped her, nobody could:
Who knows what dangers awaited ahead?
They moved aside and went through their day,
To leave that girl to her dismay.

Meanwhile, she explored the new path.
It was nothing like the grey sky:
Blue, red, green and more...
This and more colors made this place their home.
And the more she walked through this rainbow web,
The more the colors get attached to her.
In the end, she wasn't the same:
A new being was born from herself.

But joy didn't last long, like most tales:
Once she stepped on the crossroad, it marked her end.
The colors in her wanted to move on,
To every path and every place she could,
But her body couldn't afford so:
She was a simple mortal after all.
And since the colours were now a part of her,
And she couldn't stop them from going away,
The colors chose to take a part of her,
Like she did with them...
And went through different ways.

Was it better to take the chance or to let it pass?
To make your change or let them change you?
She would think if she could,
But as she is now... She couldn't afford to.

Like the sea reflects the sky,
Or the water reflects the stars
She reflected this new change, yet, her old home as well.
And was left in shards in this place.