Happy Trails

As the snail slithered home from his art  class, a poster caught his eye
Dare to dream big, the poster proclaimed, you can do anything if you try
The poster depicted a snail like him, with a magnificent shiny shell
The shell had a pool and a Tiki bar; he fell under the posters spell

So the snail went into banking, working long hours every day
He slithered up the corporate ladder, chasing his dreams all the way
At some point he stopped climbing, and the time ticked on and on
The snail got older, his dream no closer, he started to wonder where he'd gone wrong

He could still remember that poster, see the young snail with it all in his prime
He'd worked hard every day, chased his dream all the way, what had happened to all that time?
He twisted his head to look at his shell, mottled warm hues of beige and brown
He gave a big sigh, a tear slipped from his eye, his tentacles drooped sadly down

He sought out a wise snail to help him, and begged him to show him the way
The wise snail smiled warmly and said, tell me plainly, your story of woe, I pray

I dared to dream big for a magnificent shell with a pool and a Tiki bar
I worked hard every day, put my pennies away, I've reached none of these dreams so far
I used to be a happy snail, please tell me where I went wrong?
The wise snail smiled sagely and said, could it maybe, be you've followed the wrong dream all along?

Tell me snail, when you were young, what lit you up from inside?
What was it set your soul on fire, before wealth kept you occupied?
The snail thought back to his snailhood, when life felt simple and free
I loved to make trails in all different colours, I made art for the world to see

As his snailhood memories returned to him, his tentacles pricked up in delight
How could I forget to draw, old wise sage? How, when it once felt so right?
You were sold a false dream, it may seem like a trick, but it's part of the path you see
For where you are now is, as always, right where you were meant to be

I myself used to be a salesman, selling leaf blowers door to door
But I nearly got stepped on, had a spiritual awakening and uncovered the 'me' at my core
Now I help others find stillness, at the centre of being that's their self
Once you find this, take it from me, the rest will take care of itself

So the snail curled up and turned inward, into his small cosy warm brown shell
He stayed there for days, meditated and prayed, found the self which he'd once known so well

Now the snail spends his days making street art, and he earns enough to get by
He let go his old dreams that served him no more, he found a new reason why
Now his meaning is found in the shapes he creates, using colours of just the right hue
His trails can be found, on the streets all around, his passion for life born anew
Photo by Edoardo Colombo on Pexels.com

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