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

that is.