I dreamed I went spelunking on a mountain.
A little mountain climbing in a cave.
I couldn’t bear it. Doubt flowed like a fountain
And early on the road I said “No way!”
Now was that cowardice? Give up too soon?
Or did I wisely choose a better way?
A bit of both. My dream companions swoon.
Methinks they, too, thought better of the day.
We goad each other on to do good deeds.
We sometimes follow those who make wrong choices.
So how to stay untangled from the weeds?
Heed the sage advice of inner voices.
Spelunking on a mountain? Never me!
Cautious and alive is what I will be!
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