There are Gurus I have left unknown
and battlefields I’ve long outgrown.
There’s seeds that I regret I’ve sown;
so many truths I’ve left unknown.
So many tales I’ve left unread,
so many words weren’t left unsaid,
so much I’ve kept within my head,
on too many paths I have been led.
The time is now to walk my trail
without the fear that I might fail;
no ship bereft of rudder and sail
but rather one facing life’s gale.
Across wild seas to God knows where
(and I doubt that she would even care)
for though she might be everywhere
what will she see ‘neath this white hair;
An old man at the waterside,
too weak to swim, too proud to hide,
remembering all the truths he’s lied
and each time know his Spirit died.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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