Gilded Paths

They forge these paths with littered stones Paint thick the way with gilded gold Sing praise upon those doctored steps Spew truths and lies amalgam Till lines once fine are smudges Blemishes on the vast drawing of Life Old eyes had seen the picture These new ones never will They come to realize A blur represents no cause Lies further no truth Those gilded paths have no end Sprout from no beginning Soar to no height Shine in no light Each step a step nowhere And after the longest night Most arduous flight The sun rises But falls too soon Blistered feet touch familiar ground And the night begins again Until the sun burns out And the night forever persists For the journey made for meaning Was tiresome indeed Yet meant nothing after all