As I walked down the path that had always been there
No turns, no junctions, no directions to spare
I felt sane on the paved road that I walked on
Even when it took me through night of The Storm
Now it was over, the skies where clear
I was happy, there was no emptiness here
So many passed but didn't bother to care
As I walked down the path that had always been there
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Now the road changed, it became vague and unsure
My sight turned fuzzy, distorted and blurred
The path was now windy, it twisted and turned
My mind was spinning, it boiled and stirred
The path that had always been there had changed
It split into countless roads, each to a different place
There in the junction stood a towering sign
Its mass of directions twisted my mind
Where do I go?
The paths were a blur
Where do I go?
The decisions, it burned
through my mind, through my heart through my being within
Where do I go?
The world was in a spin
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I stood there, tears pouring from my eyes
The heat was immense, I wish I would die
As I stood at the path that had always been there
The path that opened up into smaller roads that declared:
Some lead to happiness, others to none
others lead to The Light and The Dark
Maybe someday I will step forward with sane
But the confusion of paths would always leave a stain
YOU ARE READING
The Wandering Shadow
PoetryThe sun got wiped out from the sky The clouds converged in hallowed night The wind turned strong, cold and sour The Storm was nigh, upon the hour A story of The Dark, The monsters lurking near, The sights of black and white, A struggle to be feared
