Chapter 157
Shall Endeavor
Lost on the path to nowhere
Is where life leads us daily
Blind to what surrounds us
We smile and carry on gaily
We are shown but can not see
We are told but can not hear
We stumble and trip on the SAME debris
What is far is yet so near
Timbers of our lives crack and sag
Who is willing to grab them and hold
Time has tarnished our bruised spirit
What was once youth is now growing old
They can feel us scream
But not see, hear or taste
Viewed as nothing more than rubbish
Away true love does anguishingly waste
Every second, minute, hour, month or year lost
Is time and opportunity squandered forever
There is more than one path to freedom
One light, one dark, which shall endeavor
Nobody