Over where will I walk?
The old dog was right.
Like a pig on a spit,
was the likelihood of my ruin.

In a roundabout way,
I was preached to.
More visible though
Might the gem have been.
If in current-less stream the torrent came.

Lesser of love I receive!
Corrupted consequently my outlook

How wrong must I have been?
Used though, choices I made.
Without, today, I would not be what I am.