The Journey
Of friends I have many Of soulmates; rarely true They are friends along a journey To places I never knew I never wanted to take this trip But of choices I had so few The one I chose not to take Leaves me writing this to you. Careful not to turn your head! Looking back you will often cry For what once was can never yet be The past is where one dies. So in perpetual motion I maintain One step ahead of the past One step ahead of the memories of what was Whisps of peace that rarely last. I tire of the distractions The things I do each day But necessary they truly are Demons of darkness held at bay Standing in the shower Tears mixing with the rain Feeling lost within the droplets As sadness goes down the drain. In silence, in the darkness When I lay in bed alone In sleepless dreams they come again And live within my home. With morning sun I shake them off They vaporize as morning dew Another day where they are held at bay They will return at night anew So I c...