Monday, May 29, 2017

Fate, Regret.

A sight in reach is no longer a sight at all.
Where has it gone?

The sight which seemed to be, has never been- but when it was.
The end, to those who pursue it, is as determined as it is not.

A life of trails to a foot of steps,
Eyes that give to the mind of trails for it to see-
what to do with the foot of steps.

The trails of life and mind share understanding.
As the soul shares with somethings of other.


I don't want to go back, I want to be back.
I want to do it right.
I so desperately want to live the sight which was once so seemly in my eye.


The Land of If is not a land to travel with a bad attitude.
It may be a land best not traveled.

"Some things are better left unsaid."
Some trails are better left not travelled.

There is only one way to escape these trails I have wandered onto.
The guide that is Jesus Christ, the great mediator, the perfect example, the one to forgive me for what I have done, to hide my footsteps, and to give me a new start, always.

There is no turning back.