Must be moving forward – I’m no longer where I have been
Not yet time for curtains fall – upon center stage - a brand
new scene
Infinite field of possibility – create from a slate that ‘s
been, wiped clean
Specters of the past need silencing – but first they must be
seen.
Too long lived a life – upon a self-centered one way street
Kept digging – until the bottom was found – with a shovel
called conceit
Lived in a self made prison – on the corner of self delusion
and deceit
Don’t live in castle’s in the sky they say – I had the
penthouse suite
Lived with wreckless abandon – bolstered pride – thought
death I – could cheat
Was sure I could walk on water – forgetting - I had feet -
made of concrete
Upon path of self-destruction – was sure - soon my maker - I
would meet
Alas suffering never ending – would not cease until
admitting - my defeat
Perhaps enter the river - instead of watching - from the
shore
Let go of plan – and see instead – what Spirit - has in
store
Pray for key of willingness – to open soul’s - locked door
View from cliffs edge – can’t compare - to – trust, then jump
and soar
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