The Light
In a place benowst to me,
I stare at pathways far away,
To find a light that shines most bright,
I travel them but can't discern,
Which is prudent plot of course,
I look to see where I have gone,
But no clue comes to me from past,
I see the focused few in live,
I follow them for short lived time,
I see the flighty serpentine,
I follow them for shortlived time,
I see the flighty serpentine,
I follow them for shortlived time,
I see indifference standing still,
I stand with them for time until,
I see the thinkers mapping out,
And so I nap with them a course,
To what appears to be its source,
But in the midst of scheming this,
The plotted path is still amiss,
It seems that no one I do know,
Has found a way to find this glow,
And then in corner eye I see,
A trail revealed to only me,
And then I curse a wasted day,
Cause all along I knew the way.
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