I know where this path leads
Though it never starts the same,
Cloaked in half-truth and shadows
The path plays a different game.
I know where this path leads
And it’s not a happy end,
Never the same path twice
But knives a heart on the mend.
I know where this path leads
And I’m sick of finding my footprints.
The beginning is misleading every time
So I ignore the signs, the hints.
I know where this path leads
And I will follow it no more;
Something inside me has broken,
Been torn apart in my core.
I know where this path leads
So now I will make an about-face,
Away from this horror, this torture,
My own pain in this hideous place.
I know where this path leads
And I won’t be misled again.
I will take another way,
Focus on the why, not the when.
I know where this path leads
I can no longer be deceived,
Instead of retracing the steps I made,
I will learn from the pain received.
I know where this path leads,
So here is where it ends.
Reblogged this on The Daily Ramblings of an Ex Con and commented:
The message is something I take to heart.