Future Paths


windingpath_000 Photographer Unknown

We know not

The correct path we should take

Nor, the obstacles

That get in our way

Many of us are blind

Until, a suddenly happens

The fog dissappears

And we see a ray of light

Never lingering long

Just a whisper of

An ancient ryhyme

Coming down from above

The tune is sweet

May we hear it

This is the way

Walk ye in it

Oh, but beware

Like the coin

With two sides

The other option can be filled with lies

May our souls remember

What our eyes have forgotten

That we be not ensnared

And are dreams not hearken

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