Gilded Paths
They forge these paths with littered stones
Paint thick the way with gilded gold
Sing praise upon those doctored steps
Spew truths and lies amalgam
Till lines once fine are smudges
Blemishes on the vast drawing of Life
Old eyes had seen the picture
These new ones never will
They come to realize
A blur represents no cause
Lies further no truth
Those gilded paths have no end
Sprout from no beginning
Soar to no height
Shine in no light
Each step a step nowhere
And after the longest night
Most arduous flight
The sun rises
But falls too soon
Blistered feet touch familiar ground
And the night begins again
Until the sun burns out
And the night forever persists
For the journey made for meaning
Was tiresome indeed
Yet meant nothing after all
Copyright © Connor Fagan | Year Posted 2020
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