Awakening in a Yellow Wood


I watched a traveler in a yellow wood
from where I stood he did not peer
a weary road from where I could
not see his choice though know it good
and lack the fortitude to mirror

The trouble lies within my eyes
the path is but opaquely clear,
or shall I blame my mind's surmise
its wanton vice is compromise,
decisiveness its one despair

But hence I could discern no less
the tine he sought with little pause
sent jolts of uncertain jealousness
to decide nimbly one must possess
nil in regards to fam or cause

For all my years a worried life
the struggle with which I may forsaken
one simple thought absent of strife
angelic daughter and purest wife,
grant me the dream no one can waken

...and THEY have made all the difference

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