It's what i do,
as if i ever had a choice...
How much more insane
would my life had been
if i had not heeded,
once in a while,
my inner voice?...
Fighting doubt and temptation,
torn between the paths
towards destruction and creation...
Wondering if it is the height of conceit
to dare these dreams;
to speak the truth plainly;
to plan but not scheme;
to be exactly what i seem...
My mentors from centuries past
were true to themselves,
the proof being their words have lasted
as empires rose and fell.
as pilgrims prayed
and Messiahs fasted...
I, too, will go unto the desert,
if that is what it takes...
Never said i knew the Truth
but perhaps i might get you to see it
then tell me, please,.
i may have missed it...
June 8, 2014
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