The Stray Dog

I dared stray off that path

Well laid with good intentions

Wandering off its paving

Towards the tall grass

And through the shady glade

Some say I was waylaid

Or, took leave of my senses

Shunning all reality

To embrace nature’s beauty

That delusion, that illusion

Mere remnant of a long lost dream

A mirage in the wilderness

Why do we build and follow paths?

If not to pursue that dream

Yet, amongst the trees and fields

I’m truly awake and real

Away from the nightmares

We had so long pursued.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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