The path
Show me the last time I truly saw your face.
This has to be just short of insane.
This path we are walking doesn't feel safe.
I stumble as push forward
bones and dreams of some other time and place.
Three steps was a lifetime ago.
No vision nor eye for seeing.
looking back through fogy memories
careful not to skip back into reality.
this path we are walking doesn't feel safe.
Copyright © joseph randall | Year Posted 2025
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