This path
The path is clear
But the intentions are blocked
Will wait for an answer
Before the question is thought
With all my being
Ive been torn and rought
My blades are sharp
To sharpen them tho i fought
There is no wager that can't be fleeced
Or journey that can't be dreamed
A path of a thousand paths
But one fulfilled can be deemed
It would with the greatest of feelings
It would hope for the redeemed
But my journey's end is violence
Will not fulfill what it seems
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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