Finding A Path Poem by Tyro Twee

that old familar feeling is back again
the one that has no limits
the feeling of being held tight
a pacing race about to begin...
he held me tight those long nites
and once more, but was it rite?


the week goes by, and hope does to
where has he gone, was it all a fake?
should i rest my head, or think of then
back when, when i loved not him but who?
i loved the one, that knew only by fate
to find me, and pull me out of sin


but were have i found myself now?
is this the very abyss i once knew
wanting so much, knowing so little and less
i have 3 choices to take, not knowing how
2 a road ive already traveled,1 anew
but is it really down to 3, or is their one i may missed


the art of life, has caught me still
yet that word alone has passed my heart
do i really need to find a path? or make my own out of my love
this is so uncommonly real
but the ones that call, i must part
to gain wat ive lost and to lose wat was in love