Friday, November 18, 2011

I want to guide them all into the right
Whenever I coax them toward the light
Every time they recoil in fright
Such a sorry sight, contrite
Ignorance is such a bliss it's a plight

I need to escape this place
Find a journey not a race
It is not about the pace
Nor clout , but grace
A life fulfilled in taste

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