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return HOME return to Poem Menu By MRW, 16 June 2005 Who am I? A question always on my mind. What's the grand design? Shouldn't humans fly? But then we'd forget to stay grounded. And drift off into a sunset. Thinking we were unbounded. So I am a creature without flight. But it does not mean I can not soar. Down a path that's right. Guided by what's gone before. But it only takes a false step to lead one a stray. And before long, I've forgotten the way. So far off course.... Wrong decisions become remorse. When lost, it is so easy to stay hidden. Soon, I forget of the path. And that beacon only makes me blind. Deeper and farther I go, into the forbidden. Thinking I am suffering God's wrath. Here is somewhere no one will find. My journey started with one wrong step. So why would I want to fly? return HOME return to Poem Menu |