A remarkable poem written by a friend’s daughter after being shown this image by Artist Maurits Cornelis Escher

Youth

The future is in sight,
But how to get there,
One doesn’t know,
All the roads are there,
Some not attainable.

Doors everywhere,
Some have a window,
Others a mirror,
On each road,
Another dimension,
But parallel, They’re not.

Only ten more steps,
But then fall,
Back at the start,
In another dimension

Stella Rübsaam, March 2016