I chance...
Weeks have past and we've become
Somewhat distant, somewhat your son
As mind now drifts of things not yours
As heart too joins a senseless tour
These falling downs have seem to keep
A restless soul, on body reap
A tired man that gasps this day
Suppressing acts that should be played
My writes become more less than few
Confessions too, conclusions drew
A outline drawn of body mine
Where once I stood now hard to find
A place of peace, prayer away
Seems now mirage and path I stray
For better seems to now give up
Passing chalice, my fill of cup
Place now mine somewhat displaced
Even if tried hard to be traced
Footsteps now washed away by tide
Waves have crashed as we backslide
Time to numb of yesterdays
At least for now, humble now prays
A prayer for a wayward quest
For better days much more, no less
No feeling sorry for this trail
As it Becomes my cross impaled
For One did come who still not done
With frail, whats left, of lost He won
I chance and dance around this fact, not fiction
Though feelings wind blows contradiction
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