in a deeply dug hole
you were defeated.
Betrayed by the kind
you most needed.
Weary and grey
Weary and grey
"From this path I won't stray"
but in protecting your feet
you conceded.
Thirsty and poor
you head off for the shore
then feeling your hunger
you feed it.
Tired and warm
you built up a home
but in remembering before
you retreated.
The path doesn't change
it is lonesome and strange
it will take you only where
you lead it.
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