Adventure - Poem by Matt Johnston
Your next step could wake the dragon.
Do you want to wake the dragon?
It might eat you.
Do you wish you had on armor
Or slippers soft and quiet?
Might as well wish you were the dragon
Or that the dragon were a kitten.
Misadventure and adventure go hand and hand,
And in curiosity you entered the cave;
It's both what you bargained for and not.
But it happens with every new adventurer,
In every grand expedition some new explorer finds,
The sands of disappointment,
A land of discontent.
Where that grass they knew was greener
Is full of deadly asps
And their lucky just to be alive
Or maybe just happy to be done
And with only a few gray hairs
And perhaps a scar or two
For their effort.
I suppose the dragon could awaken and grant you wishes to contentment...
But just so you know if I where the dragon
I would eat you.
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