It's a crooked path
of pain and hate
but where does it lead to?
of mystery, suspense
do you know it?
Perhaps it was never truly a path to begin with
but a mere shadow in the dark
a flicker of a moment
that you fell for
so when will the wrong, be righted?
who will stop the pain and the anguish?
a solemn call from beyond the grave
your future self pleading for you to stop
stop, you say, take a big leap, and change
before it is too late
at the rise of the tide you will be drowned
if you do not stand upon the hill or ride in the boat
let the water wash over you
bathe in the glory
challenge that which we cannot see
and cannot feel