The Path
Darkness lurks in the distance
Encompassing life’s fate
There lays two broken, crooked paths
Rugged and drenched in danger
The path of knowledge
There is no choice
Just twists and turns
On this edgy road
There’s no clear view
There’s no security
There’s no true way to move
The path starts as one
But then branches off
Into isolated vapors
Nothing is clear
There is no help
Just a mist of confusion
The rocky road is like a dagger
Based on wrong decision
Where is the guide
Where is the light
Where is the sacred haven
My God, my teacher
Where can they be
The pouring rain is blinding
I trip, I fall, I can’t get up
The heavy stones are jabbing
Please help me up
Light the path
Guide me to the future
Pick up the sticks
Cease the rain
Make it clear and simple
You made it storm too hard
You made the path too long
You forgot the explanation
But now’s the chance to set it right
And lead me to my chosen ending
The twists and turns may be tough
But I’m forever yearning
I like the challenge
But you need to help
With my fate through learning
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