Forward is the only path that will set you free. |
Rising Sun Rows of oak Swing over head With branches and roots Intertwining, embracing, supporting, destroying Me as I walk through a tunnel Of darkness and cold, where the star light Fails to escape the space, to light my way So I wander aimlessly, yet only one way to go Forward is not an option, but the road I know No time to stop and stare, at insect infested bark Or fallen branches rotted from the inside out For I look behind me, to see the sun slowly rising Filling up my tunnel with a flame, my head, it’s where I can feel the heat Where I watch the bright red orange show me the past Until I realize a flame had been spreading The first sign of charred oak lining the beginning The first rows of oak slowly being digested And the termites and bugs and trees they infested Were erased from the path, erased from the past The engulfing flame, destroying all which is evil With each rising sun, I feel the needing to run To get to the end of the row, to get out of the path To get on with life, to stop living in my past. So with each rising sun, I see more of it destroyed And as long as I keep moving, I know I’ll be fine. |