What If….

The paths we traveled weren’t exactly roads at all.
& God put his foot in the holes to help cloak the fall.
But that wouldn’t help us lift away our grievances.
As experience, he wouldn’t be there when we needed him.
I’ll sit by the sign,remove the shoe so it opens back.
This is nothing to me,by myself I can close the gap.
Men look for a perfect ride, not knowing what cautious is.
Now you both will die by finding a simple flaw in ‘it’.
^Life is just like that, perfection isn’t done you see.
It’s perfect to accept the first car that comes to me.
Whatever drives me, never takes seating in the blind.
Won’t know where we went, after leaving it behind.
We got a sense of belonging, in reality we ought to.
At times a clouded outlook because of fogged view.
They’re not looking at the driver in the framed light.
Now a problems carpooled with some the same type.
Life Is a Hitched Paradise, detours in the worst way.
So I thank the woman that drove me in the first place.

-KnightShade

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