paths
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Upon this dusty track I roam to see what I will see
What will come and what has been, all that time brings
And on this trip I laid my sight on an old worn memory
Of two children who were young and full of innocence
Walking the path
Hundreds, no thousands had tread before
Winding through the hurdles of life
College, finals, work
How does it all get done
I worked towards perfection
Never stopping
I have become decided,
That I will walk down this path.
You may say what you will,
But this is where I shall go.
I will work and strive,
To prove that I am real.
There she was, under the bridge,
beckoning me home again.
Her hair like sunlight,
amidst the darkness of the trees.
Her milk white skin glistening in the mist.
Her eyes were piercing, the temptation was strong.
Every star in the sky
Is a different city
Rooftop missions
Summer ambitions
Different paths
Dances before us
Glazing eyes
Filled with wonder
Hope
Which road to take?
They both lead in different directions
Left? or Right?
They twist and turn along the barren ground
Which would be better?
Pebbles and stones decorate the sandy paths
Up? or Down?
Walking down the little path, in the middle of the night Seeing your reflection in the water as you walk by. Lost blurs of silver and white expand across the dark night.
The peoples of the earth have looked wide,
But few have looked at the side
Where the light shined the most bright.
They didn't want to look straight into the light;
Stepping to the beat
dancing in the silence
swaying in the stillness
standing in the storm
step by step
walk the walk
talk the talk
trail the sidelines
crossing pathways
Deep in the darkness of the forest
The quiet death lay
So still and so pale,
It's sight darkens the day.
