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
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