Beyond our withered arms grasp.
light into deep shadow fading fast.
Trepidation stalks the pathway dark.
Light is limited recognise the spark.
Out of reach in the pale moon light.
We question all our wrongs & what is right?
Illuminated sorrow now cuts us very deep.
Are these deeds of my hands or of my very own feet?
Is that a wild hoof or is it a twisted claw?
Waiting just beyond a hairs breadth door.
What is it that i am able to now see?
Through my bound mind intellect is free?
Oh to look back beyond a future time veil.
A life of kind success or will I this path fail?
Worry about this connundrum i do much.
Is answers to this life i question as such?
