The Road To Follow
Shall my countenance be ruled by pride shall my feet in pure pride stride uncaring of the souls that ego does deride unfeeling of the pain that will abide shall my heart be as cold as steel like an icicle, frozen to the feel shall my anger be what guides my heel of my boat, will rage be the keel shall my eyes be blinded to reason shall my heart be filled with derision shall the ego be trapped in a prison devoid of forgiveness and all reason shall my soul in greed debride the sickness within me and cast aside all shame, every tear, all tossed aside without feeling just keep my stride shall the seasons be all the same one today for every other game and of love in every other name yet feel lost and loss all the same shall my love always grow cold wither and wilt as it grows old, shall my winters always be cold as wrath takes me in its hold cogito ergo sum G S K ©