As I walk through the desert of the absence of life,
I look at my path and wonder what’s right?
Should I pursue an epiphany off in the distance?
Maybe I’ll be repayed for unrelenting persistence,
Or should I follow these tracks and become one of “them,”
I know who made these tracks but what happened to him?
Did he become one of these windows…these eyes,
I look to God for answers…not a cloud in the sky.
The path to the top is long and difficult,
Feels like a choice; every step I take becomes pivotal,
Will I keep taking the "true" path that leads to the summit?
Fuck it I need shelter; LIFE: I’m not above it.

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J-Wild aka Menassist.

300 J.G.

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