1
It was when the path became a road
That I went right for I was told,
The way itself was paved in gold,
Where youth remained “never old.”
2
But left was right and right was wrong
I should have known that all along,
For the moment came then it was gone,
One final verse from one final song.
3
There was no riddle to this maze
Her beauty held no average gaze,
Or could be dreamt from a careless daze,
And consumed me still in a frantic blaze.
4
At first the seasons remained the same
But by and by they began to change,
And in me saw this something strange,
That my want for her began to age.
5
Do not mistake this for a foolish dunce
It didn’t happen all at once,
But as the weeks passed by and turned to months,
I saw my freedom as some precious bunce.
6
On a reckless youth I’d love to blame
Or on what Nature made but couldn’t tame,
For I had a reason–but I lost its name,
Now my source of pride is my point of shame.
7
So when bottom fell and our time had passed
She became once more, more than I could ask,
But the space between had grown too vast,
We’d gone too far and far too fast.
8
Oh what a wicked lesson learned
When once crossed there was no return,
Now each regret must await its turn,
And stoke this fire to an endless burn.
9
So upon the edge of a great divide
In the hallowed corners of my mind,
I see now that I was blind,
It was me I found I couldn’t find.
10
Now darkness hangs on sleepless nights
Where there are no colors, black or white,
And with her gone so went the light,
And what is left is far from right.