- Sun Oct 16, 2022 3:46 pm
#157
Lead and I will follow.
Take me far to the passage of tomorrow.
Where the clear water streams into the fertile valley.
Happily grazing abundantly in the land of milk and honey.
I've been lost in the wilderness.
In the cold loneliness, steeped in preyful stalkings.
Where temptateous eyes fixated, beset on abject erasure.
Sought quick meals in self-wandering exposures.
I've been followed though I wished not to be.
Whether they meant well, only you can truly see.
Where lawful lawlessness reigns in the land of plenty.
Guards of natives, defenders of the chain keep.
But if you'll lead me, I will follow.
Take me away from my pained heart and sorrow.
Where the sun rises with a blessing of a new day.
Comfort in knowing that everything's going to be OK.
I've been lead astray by many a goat.
Pretenders to the throne of the humble abode.
Where stranger kinsman did frighteningly dutifully allow.
Deaf, blind, and dumb. Relegated to be... A song for a flower.
I've been sentenced to suffer for life.
Charged with crime of preconception of no reason.
Where borrowed time is happiness given in exchange.
Saying cheese in the mirror, smiles shadow as anima fades.
But if you'll lead me, I will follow.
Though sweet in the mouth but difficult to swallow.
Where the work is plenty but the workers are few.
The mind is willing but the will is found wanting anew.
I've been found as an orphan on the street.
Survived as a feral scrounging a living beneath.
Where the rule of the jungle was preached as gospel.
By carrions menacingly swarming, by leeches that strangle.
I've been returned as a prodigal child.
Having learnt the harshness of the elements wild.
Where hounds pursue in companionship with wolves beside.
No rest for the wicked, for their hunger never subsides.
Lead and I will follow.
To the green pastures and still waters.
Where away from the valley of the shadow of death.
Thy rod and thy staff keep vigilant watch over my head.
Take me far to the passage of tomorrow.
Where the clear water streams into the fertile valley.
Happily grazing abundantly in the land of milk and honey.
I've been lost in the wilderness.
In the cold loneliness, steeped in preyful stalkings.
Where temptateous eyes fixated, beset on abject erasure.
Sought quick meals in self-wandering exposures.
I've been followed though I wished not to be.
Whether they meant well, only you can truly see.
Where lawful lawlessness reigns in the land of plenty.
Guards of natives, defenders of the chain keep.
But if you'll lead me, I will follow.
Take me away from my pained heart and sorrow.
Where the sun rises with a blessing of a new day.
Comfort in knowing that everything's going to be OK.
I've been lead astray by many a goat.
Pretenders to the throne of the humble abode.
Where stranger kinsman did frighteningly dutifully allow.
Deaf, blind, and dumb. Relegated to be... A song for a flower.
I've been sentenced to suffer for life.
Charged with crime of preconception of no reason.
Where borrowed time is happiness given in exchange.
Saying cheese in the mirror, smiles shadow as anima fades.
But if you'll lead me, I will follow.
Though sweet in the mouth but difficult to swallow.
Where the work is plenty but the workers are few.
The mind is willing but the will is found wanting anew.
I've been found as an orphan on the street.
Survived as a feral scrounging a living beneath.
Where the rule of the jungle was preached as gospel.
By carrions menacingly swarming, by leeches that strangle.
I've been returned as a prodigal child.
Having learnt the harshness of the elements wild.
Where hounds pursue in companionship with wolves beside.
No rest for the wicked, for their hunger never subsides.
Lead and I will follow.
To the green pastures and still waters.
Where away from the valley of the shadow of death.
Thy rod and thy staff keep vigilant watch over my head.
Good things take time.
Give time to good things.
Give time to good things.