Sadie Browden <akillingsin>
"If there's no candy in heaven, I'm not going."
The hate you feel won?t go
away. I don't even know why
you bother to stay. I'm here,
though I don't think I'll play.
The rage builds and builds,
poisoning my emotional fields.
Perturbing what my mind wields,
these assholes with their cash
There's nothing left to satisfy the curiosity. All I'm
left with is the possibility of
improbability. I can't escape
Get you gone! Don't you see
that you were screwed up and
what you did was wrong? I
can show you, I've got the
picture I've drawn.
This icy hot emotion boils
and bubbles inside, taking
me on a hellish ride. So here
I throw the doors open wide.
Take a good look and see what's
Rushing at you, and gaining velocity, take this shit with
responsibility. Eat your shit
and die righteously. Now do
you see the depth of my animosity?
|I paused to stand and watch a man who had come to the road?s divide.|
My wonder soared as I watched his stare slowly shift from side to side.
He stood as if not noticing that many passed him by.
They moved without a second glance down the road most traveled by.
Then as I watched he stepped full stride toward the path of lesser wear,
And soon he vanished from my view round a bend into the snare.
I soon, like him, stood center road, faced with that daunting choice.
My gaze down his road, causing fear, I quenched my inner voice.
For miles I walked the crowded road breathing dust from others feet,
Until in despair I stopped and stood, my heart and soul deplete.
I gazed about still holding hope, the other path I?d see.
On yonder hill I saw him there, the man who mentored me.
The path between us steep and rough, un-forged with dangers there,
Yet still I left my path of friends, ignoring their bewares.
I pressed through hardship, pain and fear o?er rocks jagged and bent.
In time I crashed limp on that path, my every resource spent.
But then a hand I felt, a voice I heard.
It said, get up and tread this path. I rose without a word.
And as I looked, I saw him there, he continued on his way.
His only words as he walked on, ?you?re on the path, now stay?.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I chose in err.
But looking back, perhaps as well, all memories now seem fair.
Much time I spent on the beaten path, and what I learned, immense.
But I reached, at last, the other path, and it has still made all of the difference.