My path is worn beyond thread
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upon cobblestone and pebble rock
and the soles of my soul
have become odd with dread.
This dwindling road has tumbled down
and cast me without a road
but accompanied by sheep of flock,
a wall of blackened coal,
and a ticker that has no tock,
My road is no longer shown
upon this mountain highest dawn
and when the sun becomes crown
and I no longer Fate’s pawn
the I too have become truly free,
free of lament and free of trial,
free to bathe in His glee,
free to stop walking for a while.
Art is addicting, an addict am I,
truth is I, the truth am I, the truth a lie!