High Road
Time moves on
we grow old;
Life, for some
will take its toll;
Strifeful heart must I avoid
take road less travelled
ascending road
that path take,
ascending high
above the Murk,
of yesterday,
remove from mind
those days behind
let sink beneath
this present time.
Soul at peace better 'tis,
than darkened heart
full of grime;
turn one's back,
walk away
allow not strife
to have its way;
Tempus Fugit, humanity spared,
E equals M C squared;
Time Moves On, Unfurls its Plan,
Reveals its Mold,
restrains our hands;
Conform we Must, or Broken Be
'tis the System
them or me;
I choose mine
o'er other way
Freedom I
Must Retain.
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