Throughout the years...
I have endured the traveling pain of others, picking up their peices like lost luggage
As if they were my own
Losing my way with inadequate
Footprints, displacing my feet
In areas I should have not been .
Conflicted it seems...
I am not lost yet I left my path
trying to see if their dusty shadowy roads were better.
I saw my own glorious light fading as I traveled behind closer.
As it only lead to more temptations. Suffering over time grew like a plague on a cruise ship. Even if was to leave I'm troubled I'll take it to another.
But I must and be by self to heal. As for others oh well.
Only one question remains
If I cut and run
Will I then be free....