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 ©
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