My Life Is More Than a Crooked Line
The trails I’ve trodden are a twisting vine,
Retracing the steps I want to make right,
But my life is more than a crooked line.
Ascending in search of unvarnished sign,
Clearing the forest to gain line of sight;
The trails I’ve trodden are a twisting vine.
I’m more of a patina than a shine,
A bland cover on an unfinished write,
But my life is more than a crooked line.
Blurring the vision between right and wine,
Quaffed adventures soar to dizzying heights.
The trails I’ve trodden are a twisting vine.
A sober look at the life that is mine
Reveals that I’m not a bright shining knight,
But my life is more than a crooked line.
The good and bad don’t easily entwine;
This epic battle should be met with might.
The trails I’ve trodden are a twisting vine,
But my life is more than a crooked line.
Copyright © Md Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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