Walking through the slums of life
Wondering what road to take,
I can't read the posts on the corner
Doubt shrouding the guidelines.
The endless hours roll on, light never rising
No starlight, no moonlight, and I struggle
to find differences in the empty road
No person there to ask for help.
Then, a rough path;
Taunting thorns, accusing branches, lashing undergrowth—
Each trying to drag victims down,
Expose their 'folly' to the world as they trek
Blinded by the hopeless wandering.
Then, without warning, the path opens, and there,
Under the moonlit sky, lies a serene lake,
Crystal-clear, unassuming, kind to those
That find it in the chaotic fog.
I'm no longer alone here.
Yet, I find nothing, no one that quite
Feels right, feels safe, feels loving.
Quietly, I watch as they vanish, one by one,
Happy with their meager catches of small fry.
Watchful, I wait atop the lonely hill
Keeping eyes open for those
That are looking for me
And when I see them, I will show him
The reason why beggars sho