the road he chose long ago

 

 

 

today was a day

when it started i, should have ran,

but instead thought i must

try and be good, trust

and respect who i am

and begin once again,

like the times when i was in demand,

before i spoiled the grand plan

and rejected again

any chance to remain,

for my love to regain,

what once it had lost

years ago,

in those years sans control.

the show that was shown

opened eyes and exposed

feelings that had lost all control,

and become something else

drained any life

from diminished insights

and itself then reported

a life simply retarded.

was it true?

could it be?

is it that hard to see?

 how so easily manipulated

they choose to be

never shameful,

always lifted

her life depicted

was one looked up to

and admired

the way they were

like movie stars

like somethng special,

something great,

looks oh so close

but is oh so far,

they plan it that way to make you feel

the things here offered, could be real,

but real to whom?

who really cares,

those foolish ones who stop and stare?

i know, whatever,

it isn't fair.

and the sun went down, on his first day,

and poker players yelled

with much dismay

about a wild card gone astray.

this is how his day ended,

tomorrow must be better

the sun will shine

i'll last forever

from deep dark shadows to bright day light

my eyes will open, inisde i'll feel delight

for it's like the newborn

from todays tale,

 the one in a manger

the one for whom God really cared,

he chose to live out his destiny,

and become the true man he's supposed to be.

nothing to hide, no where to run,

caught, exposed, naked in the afternoon sun.

it's something truly unreal to feel

when you know deep inside that what you know is real.

no one can tell you anything else,

because it's your word,

it was done, it exists.

and the story will tell, as it unfolds,

of the off course this man took

and the road as it turned,

and the hills that arose

as he walked down that road he chose long ago