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later: "A Path Is Set"

By Wil C. Fry, Nov. 27, 1999, 03:45 (Saturday)

Copyright 1999 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


Blinking lights wearily flashing
Tentative arguments crashing
Hobbling every stale action
Fighting off every grim faction
Layers of decay now peeling
Injuring each fragile feeling
Underneath bright and brilliant star
Finding out who you really are

It all comes clean with a scrubbing
And all the soundtracks need dubbing
Years of filth and whispered madness
Tears of pain and mourning sadness
Answers searched for in aching dark
Shaving off aged, wrinkled black bark
Deeper into the rancid hole
After searching, is found a soul

Pitiful laughter rises weak
Defiantly trying to seek
Freedom, joy, happiness and light
Purpose, direction, life and sight
Lamenting sinful days of old
Hoping for warmer hands to hold
Forsaking the lips red as wine
Skin of summer leaving behind

Paths of misdirection, I know
Led me to misery and woe
Lusts of flesh, and of eyes and life
Fed me daily and led to strife
Protecting what now still remains
I regain control of the reins
A path is set, not tried but new
Steps taken toward what is true



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