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Reposting from my other page while I was lost in cyber space.


Where I Have Been



It's been a twisted messed up road ever since I slipped off track.
If the signs are right I'm reading, I guess I won't make it back.
It's been such an uphill journey I've never seen this road before.
The one I traveled years ago it just ain't here no more.

I see things every now and then left by others that have tried.
Like remnants of the tattered clothes on bones of those who died.
Out here there are no markers in remembrance of a grave.
Out here just being left alone was the last thing they would crave.

Each with their own story and memories they held dear.
From all the way around the world just to end up here. 
Ain't it funny how they went so far to escape the prying eyes.
Of those who claim to know the way from behind their walls of lies.

Nothing here that I can see for miles and miles around.
Except for shattered hopes and dreams now littering the ground. 
My eyes begin to water but it's not from tears I'm crying.
I can smell death in the air though I'm not afraid of dying.

The hardest thing for me to bear, I could not accept the fact.
It was me and me alone just my shadow had my back.
But my shadow was no good for me and it's not so much I mind.
But my shadow never learned to see, my shadow was born blind.

If it had tried to warn me there was nothing I could do.
I'm seeing for the first time that I was born blind too.
Blind to everything it seems that they forgot to mention.
I heard all the lies they told but I was blind to their intention.

Any cries for help I cried made them just look away.
Out here it's just God and I. And I've forgotten how to pray.
They came out of nowhere and yet they got here just in time.
To stop and stare and watch me, for the worst part of the climb.

There is no transportation. My engines have all stalled.
I see scars etched in the ground where others have all crawled.
Not so much as one of them reached out to me a hand.
I don't even have to wonder if this is what they planned.

The last thing that I needed as I look up in time to see.
Even time now looks away as the sun goes down on me.
And so I fix my mind on you to avoid my thoughts of sorrow.
And think of things that we could do should I make it through tomorrow.

But darling if it's meant to be and today I meet my end.
I'll leave this earth the best of me cause I had you as a friend.
Fear not what you do not know as you brace against the wind.
Should God send me anywhere. I hope it's not where I have been.

Edwin C Hofert
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