A poem about the path of men and the decisions we have to make along our chosen paths. |
A pathway to death A certain way to hell But you dance with glee And watch your star go dim You’re certain of regret Returning thoughts of the dances And the missing chances To make things right Fills your heart with sorrow Makes you hate tommorow Along this path You find it hard To live in the dark As you do in the light Along this way It feels like climbing a hill of crutches To live in the day As you do in the night It’s hard to keep the great art Given by the heavenly artist. On this path You give swords and thorns To the ones you love Love and roses To the ones draining love’s strength The ones who smile at you But tear you to pieces In the depth of their heart Along this path You hold on to empty bottles With all your strength A time of thirst will come You hope to drink from a bottle On this path The empty bottles pull you Like beautiful tombstones The attraction takes the light of your body and soul On this path The goldfield seem like a wasteland You fail to find the strength To dig into depths That hold the wealth you seek Because you never thought of its need If you ever walk If you ever crawl Ever fall On this path Strive to get the stregth Strive to do your best To say goodbye To this path. |