There isn’t a place I do not go

Nor a sight I do not see

But I was a stones throw from what was to be mine

When it was all taken from me.

He sent no notice of his intent

Just a cold wind and the whisper he left

As a promise broken

Like a vow a man takes

He has no intent to keep.

There are two paths

One, you follow the direction

You’ve always gone

Everything will be familiar;

Comfortable.

The other?

You follow me.

 

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