One to Blame
Trodden,
I've trampled down, the grain that has now become my past
My pride in tow I sacrifice; my scythe, my mast
Symbolizing a current dimension, erected with neglect
My history, I glorify, as I reflect
The future unclear, concept embraced yet feared
All the joyous times we have, are never remembered through our tears
We continue along our paths, trodden towards oblivion
Destiny's always determined, by volition.
My Life, I've yet to say satisfied
All my beliefs and goals
My Life, I can't say satisfied,
All desired by my soul
My Life, I've yet to say Satisfied
All my beliefs and goals
But I know full well there's one to blame, when all's been told.
Fortune granted, on unknown paths cannot perpetuate benefit
I've trodden through unknown darkness, confronted by a razor's quip
Bayonets used to prosper through the paths we wish to forge
Journeying together along our paths, on flesh of friends we gorge
Arms protected, claimed by a lineage
Bleed from distaste, trodden from a coarse of dread
Misrepresent our hearts, as we flounder our philosophy
We allow time to evaporate that which we once believed.
©2001 Sean Moore
