I woulda stayed home but I felt her call

From the free grass waving right through my wall.

Don't ask me how, maybe 'cause it was spring

Or more likely it was just one of those things.

Decided to drive, don't ask me why

Maybe flapping wings of a butterfly.

The route was new but I kept on track.

The way was forward but not the way back.

Drove for what seemed many a day,

Came to a horsewoman about to pray

Before an altar made of broken hourglass

Circled by a carpet of free waving grass.

Hit the brakes so as not to upend

The sign that said, "here be a dead-end".

Felt there was something I was about to learn.

Jumped from my car as it started to burn.

She sat me on her horse, an angelic voice

Said, “Make the acquaintance of Hobson's choice."