Picked a Forked road And the Journey was Poached

First Class Life Lesson, Gold ticket for Coach

Stomped on too many flowers

For their petals to smile

Took Refuge with the weeds

But they were to wild.

The wings I soared upon

 Became too heavy to Fly

My Dreams so out of reach

I looked toward the sky

When the danger takes your hand

You pay the cost

So caught up in the moment

Most forget what they lost

The Thrill gets your attraction

So Magnetic it’s fatal

Inviting strangers in your home

Toasting life at the table

When the sinner broke bread

He sent the saint a grin

 Unknown to all

Who presage favored to Win

The Glory to the Gold

Was the Wheat to the Seed?

Who would be the one to nurture the garden that bleeds?

A maestro to the earth, scenery to compose

Tears That flow as red as the rose

Still burdened with

these broken wings

Useless to as a voice

 that doesn’t sing

Beaten on my knees

I pray for wealth

Realized I cherish nothing

 Still think of myself.

Only I can’t swim in a bitter sea

So I float upon things that used to matter to me

Rode beside the tales

I’ve known since I was young

My story isn’t over

My legends just begun.