Where Am I Going
In my eye’s corner was a sight I had seen before
That irresistible beauty from the gulf coast shore
Walking majestically then seeing me and slowing
She smiled politely asking where I was going
In my pensive mood her question I did ponder
A distorted dream in a mind wistful full of wonder
So many aspirations asunder lost evermore
And what the future holds I don’t know anymore
I don’t know anymore the echo in my head
And with sad eyes starring what aloud I said
Then she did worry seeing despair in my eyes
Unaware of the futility of all my tries
But a lost man sees more than one who knows his path
Perhaps this is a gift not my ghost or God’s wrath
For in the ashes of dreams are the sparks of new fire
And when a bird hits a tree it knows to fly higher
At the bus stop cold conclusions stung at my heart
But the questions they wrought were a humble start
To have tried so hard and to lose all my winnings
But there is victory in defeat for all ends are beginnings
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