I rarely followed the tame path.  
I saw it.  At times I envied it.  
I stepped on it occasionally.
It always burned my feet.

Then I wanted something so big
I believed a sacrifice was needed.
I traded my dancing slippers
For lead lined asbestos boots

My entire body rebelled.
I twisted and spasmed.
Out of the corner of my eye
I could see the other paths.

I could see herb flowers
Along my crooked paths.
How I missed the warm air
Stream of being my Self.

My entire mind rebelled.
I dreamt while awake
I dreamt while asleep.
My life was a nightmare.

I looked for the Child.
I hid from the Mother
I found the Crone and
She told me what was true.

My Child needed a wild Mother.
I collected up my dancing shoes
And jumped back on My path.
And my Crone was born.