days and days
of phrased praise.
One understands words
but sometimes the meaning
escapes the natural curve
of reality.
I just try to walk and
not stumble off the
path of righteousness.
But buses and buses
of people keep
side-swiping me
spinning my focus in a different
direction from the
end of this journey.
the choice,
though,
is mine,
for by allowing the
distraction of others directions
to intertwine with my mind
fault lies within this spine.
It is mine to grasp and hold
onto,
for every wasted distraction
gives me more
clarity to finish this journey
when hurdles are passed
and the path
allows my vision to once more grasp.
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