The road seems abstruse,
when nothing travels upon it.
The curves turn and my steps become smooth,
like the satin touch of a woman’s cheek.
I only look ahead though-never to follow it’s finish.
I know better now-I know where it leads.
Unknowingly, I took no heed,
because my pride was steadfast.
Warned of a dead end ahead,
I still tilted my head upward.
No matter how precarious,
still my aim would reside.
The road inevitably straighten its path.
Giving light to my fate,
I avowed a measure of discomfort known often in hell.
So on I went with despondency at my bed.
Reigning over me, was hallucinations of grandeur.
Feigning like the road never twisted from under my feet.
But where could I harbor this…
This disgust-its my cache of content among all this sorrow.
It’s an odd feeling- knowing you’re on the road not accompanied by anyone else,
Yet you still would walk the road that I do-lonely-all by yourself.
when nothing travels upon it.
The curves turn and my steps become smooth,
like the satin touch of a woman’s cheek.
I only look ahead though-never to follow it’s finish.
I know better now-I know where it leads.
Unknowingly, I took no heed,
because my pride was steadfast.
Warned of a dead end ahead,
I still tilted my head upward.
No matter how precarious,
still my aim would reside.
The road inevitably straighten its path.
Giving light to my fate,
I avowed a measure of discomfort known often in hell.
So on I went with despondency at my bed.
Reigning over me, was hallucinations of grandeur.
Feigning like the road never twisted from under my feet.
But where could I harbor this…
This disgust-its my cache of content among all this sorrow.
It’s an odd feeling- knowing you’re on the road not accompanied by anyone else,
Yet you still would walk the road that I do-lonely-all by yourself.
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