It seems I never had a choice
speaking in this lone voice
reciting lonely poetry in the night
as a part of my sacrificial rite
While I again give myself away
pen all of these words I say
just a single line at a time
woven within the web of rhyme
Left here trying to understand
this ever-steady flow of sand
I watch these hours now pass
within this broken hourglass
Never really sure how it ends
how this path ahead bends
in this lifelong quest…
to finally become my best
Despite all of these scorns
all these trails strewn with thorns
I continue pressing ever on
in search of an elusive dawn






