roads diverge
roads follow
roads travel
along byways
and highways
too long to travel alone
too far to travel apart
wandering from the intended direction
straying towards a reflection
of what once was
the call of sirens past
singing their praise
for glories lost
wandering beyond the grave
one must save
such meanderings of the mind
in the present time
lest ye be swayed
and bent to obey
the masses of contradiction
and disruption
with the only function
of chaos breeding contempt
until one repents
the sins of the father
begotten and beheld by the son
of the daughter
lest ye be sent to slaughter
for things best left unsaid
to a child’s ear
within the heart of a woman
within the heart of a woman
lies chaos and contradiction
a predilection to grandiose verbosities
of which there is no recovery
so one must forge ahead
and think before words are said
of the eccentricities within the mind
of the inanities within the soul
of the banalities within the heart
of the compromises within the body
as it tries to comprehend the things
that are better left unsaid
because there is no way
to form the letters
that form the words
of such gross inadequacies of the spirit
there is no way to form the sentences
and paragraphs of frugality
when all one wants to do
is run free with the wind
and play barefoot in the summer rains
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