And I...

I wrestle with my conscience

the blinded herds swayed way for a still,
the offered man stood all for a will,
the broken bird did fall down the hill,
and I...

did it say that it was all that to me,
for a joint that was never meant to be,
it forged the tunes into that melody,
and I...

like eyes filled with dreams are wet,
did it lost to the fate 'that lonely bet',
were all those things which were promised met,
and I...

--wanderer unbound ~ 6 Aug 2009--