to lengths we go
our toils naught
worth of all that we bought?
nae, dear friend
meaningless toys
all parts of meaningless ploys (Isaiah 55:2)
How then to step
and where to wander
when hearts give up and go asunder?
to choose and live
to choose and die
to live to choose to die
how and where
when and why
the plague of every mind
yet all things
are left behind
in light of Glory Divine
to a man
who lost his mind
when balancing your crooked line
of life so twisted
yet grace so fine
fear and faith there intertwined
you’ve given close
to all your life
what more, dear friend, is there to find?
I know not
Though I try
But peace will come, on the other side…
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