My Path Of Life - Poem by Wesley Mincin
My Path of Life
Under maya blue skies I roam alone
Blindly I tread away from my home
Cold, I am, as the wind wraps around me
Lost in the wild for I cannot see
All I have is my sense of perception,
the concept of logic that pierces deception.
With emotions in check and my attentiveness keen,
I can gingerly walk the path of my dreams.
I can brush through illusions and grasp what is real
I can control the passionate, fiery zeal
As I follow the voices that echo from fate,
I find myself closer to an enlightened state.
The time to move on is now at hand,
as I explore these new, uncharted lands.
My questions and theories will then be concluded,
freed from the thoughts that are lies and deluded.
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