My Path

I walk my path straight,

I do no falter or deviate.

My eyes are fixed on my horizon,

My eyes are fixed on my state.


Close mindedness struck me a deadend,

For my way never turned and never did bend,

But soon I found there is always a path,

When I borrowed the insight of a friend.


The whole scene shifted, to my surprise,

A world created in another's eyes,

I saw their thoughts dripping from their lines,

Sip by sip, the old me dies.


My path is no longer fit for the blind,

Or those who can live in just one mind,

If you look to my sky you can clearly see,

My way has been changed by poetry.






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