The Path To Self

Oh, now and then I lose my way, could this be true for you as well? Though dreams suggest a brand-new day, there's something left to tell, It's not that I put blinders on, forgot old debts or new, I mean, I’d love to live, a help not harm, and never, ever, cause a scene. This path to self quite often missed, the horse I ride makes turns for worse, Demonic unseen snake has hissed or rattled out a curse, A buck or two, horse straightens out, but all my plans could be at risk! I look compass, for I've doubts; to know the future’s Kafkaesque! You count on me to do my best; I pray to Heaven you stay near! I lose my way; I fail each test, and yet you hold me, dear? I sometimes feel like I’m from Mars, so much I lack in earthy charms, The path to self may live in stars, but fallen man lives in your arms. Brian Johnston May 19, 2018