The Labyrinth

My Friend

I want to tell you tale a story.
A story of my friend.
Who when basked in all a glory.
Turned so soon into a fiend.

She thought she had it all.
So things of before were null and nought.
She set between me and her a wall.
A wall so high, I accepted it as my lot.

I looked back and remembered, how we so often used to say.
How when we get all the power and money, how we would help and save.
But she now in the position, only her part left in need to play.
Chose to sway to the mystic tunes of godfathers and the knave.

I gently gently wondered, if it were me in her stead.
Would I raise high our revolutionary banner?
A cause which she vehemently preached, and would die for she said.
Or would I also to the tunes of the concerto, drift away farther.

I gently gently asked myself, many who fought have been slain.
Many fell by the way, a prey to bait.
Many children have removed their garments and went to dance in the rain.
What then would happen when we get there, we who vow to change the state.

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