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She Said To Refuse the Path
she said to refuse the path
diverge and emerge upon your trail
the first step is always fraught
with a queasy uneasiness
a modicum of doubt is natural
ask the lemmings that survive
life is all about listening to within
large measures of accrued wisdom
adorned in virtues a necessity
as you walk each step grows assured
the aim of life is to walk away
with who you are
always aware that ordered order
is the fog of chaos
the delusion of illusion
the elusion surviving lemmings share
the goal in life is to die free
scars are there to remind you
life comes with a price
mistakes are never to be denied
they are a gold mine of learning
the coin to the Ferryman
must be what you have earned
upon your forged trail
be worthy of the scales of Anubis
the quiver of quodlibets
no longer serves the bow
the path is straight and narrow
human questioning
is nothing more than grasping straw
to be counted amongst
the forgotten men
numbered amongst the homesmen
OKC 11/22
Copyright ©
Timothy Ray
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