Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
My pathway winds, as if in trees,
Unkempt and paved in obscurities.
Sometimes delineated as if by light,
More often shaded by words of spite.
Regrets are the pave of this path I tread,
A just passage for the life I've led.
Twisting bends unbanked by truth,
Steeply inclined by my wasted youth.
No paths diverge ahead for me,
I've already chosen this way I lead.
Behind me lies those smoother trails,
Offered once to me, but my vision failed.
The push that plunges me ever on,
Comes from within, but is built upon,
A foundation of insistent needs,
Supporting acts of selfish deeds.
Oh, remorse, you season with bitter taste,
My life of promise now laid to waste.
Had I but loved when it was offered me,
How much lighter my life and path would be.