October 6, 1997
The journey on this path of life
has taken quite the turn
my life was once a endless course
with countless trails to discern
I've walked into a spinning web
who made it, I know not
But now I'm caught within the lines
of silver threads and doubt.
This man has looked upon me
and told me bitter news
I listen quite intently
pretending I understood
then I waited till he walked away
so I could be alone. shocked and shaking
I wondered as I cried out loud
about my life, the river and the moon.
I tried to speak my mind to some
and I uttered no regrets
the fear that moved through my veins that day,
still courses in there yet
his words took me to this foreign place
where nothing seems the same
and the land where I now reside
is cold and black with rain.
I wander on the shores of loss,
where life is but a dream
forgetting how to plan for joy
to folly and to scheme
my ancient guide known as trust
has been dashed against the rocks
boldly thrown from way up high
by a man's careless mocks
And I will sit here legs crossed and head held high
let no one pass today
for my heart will not be touched again
in this or any way
My mission now ordained by life
my task clearly set about
to sit here spinning a cloth called truth
from silver threads and doubt.