Beyond our withered arms grasp.
light into deep shadow fading fast.
Trepidation stalks the pathway dark.
Light is limited recognise a spark.
Out of reach in the pale moon light.
We question our wrongs & what is right?
Illuminated sorrow cuts us very deep.
Is this deed of my hands or of my own feet?
Is that a wild hoof or is it a twisted claw?
Just out there 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.
Life of kind success or will the path i fail?
Worry about this connundrum i do much.
Is the answer to this life that i live as such.
