by C F Tinney

Created on: October 29, 2009

A wayward step not taken

in a storm as yet unseen

a fleeting thought of what should be

instead of what has been

a hope, desire, pursuit

that which I think I need

replaced by reality gone past

and a voice I did not heed

from day to day I wander

through each and every turn

and though destiny precedes me

it is for assurance that I yearn

to know that which awaits me

to be sure of that ahead

would bring me rest unseen before

as I lie upon my bed

but the future brings no such peace

and I leave the unknown be

and bow down my will to know it all

to accept my destiny

and rest

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