Beautiful Disaster


This thing that
Sits in the back of my mind
Haunting me, taunting me
All the time.
I want to believe you
And all the things that you do
But this thing
It's telling me different
It's telling me
That I don't need you.
It says
I should follow my own path
It would be easier
A straight, paved road.
It says
I should stop following your path
Because you aren't even there to guide me
Down the winding, dirt road.
But I can't help but think
Somewhere you are out there
even thought this thing is telling me different
Maybe if I stopped listening to this thing
I could hear you
Softly, sweetly, patiently, kindly
Guiding me down your path.

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