In life, I have learned that going down rabbit holes in not voidable. I have learned to welcome them as portals to new worlds. Regarding the title, for those who may be overly-citified, a warren is an area where rabbits live in burrows, or a colony of rabbits. May you boldly wander and stumble up on many wonders.<\/p>\n
Call Me Warren<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Warren possessed If you want a more traditional poetic take on such matters, here is the poem, The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost:<\/p>\n Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, Then took the other, as just as fair, And both that morning equally lay I shall be telling this with a sigh In life, I have learned that going down rabbit holes in not voidable. I have learned to welcome them as portals to new worlds. Regarding the title, for those who may be overly-citified, a warren is an area where rabbits … Continue reading
\nA twisted mine
\nOf rabbit holes
\nUnfathomable
\nInviting and daunting
\nGoing down
\nAnd ending up
\nWho no\u2019s wear
\nThat naked truth
\nTimeless and timely
\nAs bunnies never dating
\nSpringing eternal
\nThey just
\nDue it
\nCall me
\nWarren<\/p>\n
\nAnd sorry I could not travel both
\nAnd be one traveler, long I stood
\nAnd looked down one as far as I could
\nTo where it bent in the undergrowth;<\/p>\n
\nAnd having perhaps the better claim,
\nBecause it was grassy and wanted wear;
\nThough as for that the passing there
\nHad worn them really about the same,<\/p>\n
\nIn leaves no step had trodden black.
\nOh, I kept the first for another day!
\nYet knowing how way leads on to way,
\nI doubted if I should ever come back.<\/p>\n
\nSomewhere ages and ages hence:
\nTwo roads diverged in a wood, and I\u2014
\nI took the one less traveled by,
\nAnd that has made all the difference.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"