shoes click-clack as I wander this place
living this life praying for good days
boxing up the old stuff, stowing it all away
looking for truth to a mirage of questions
breathing in the dust from past misconceptions
narrow is the road that is paved with the truth
wide is the trail that leads me to you
I listen to that voice, here deep inside of me
whispering of sweetness but doesn't set me free
the sand holds footprints, swept clean by the tide
the moon that glows reflects where it resides
I yearn for something, hope that's undeterred
what a dream promises, when the morning sun blurs
still I have reasons--why I've held to the past
knowing deep down that it wasn't built to last
the answers to the questions stay unresolved
there is no gestation, when love does not evolve
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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