Consider lives that should forget
and shun the paths they chose:
those lives whose wandering, weary feet
stand ever on the road--
and there they stay, though step for step
should carry them away--
On different paths this word is kept:
our road is one, the same.
Consider that you walk alone,
and walk in bleakest night:
that you have seen a demon's throne
and seek which way is right--
and yet the map has turned to ash,
your compass but a stone--
Though different paths and sorrows clash,
there is one road alone.
A thousand steps should mark the miles,
a thousand prints of dust,
where all these ones have gone a while
and fallen as they must--
for all the ways upon the world,
they all must be the same--
Though scattered as the die is hurled,
we all must carry blame.
Perhaps alone we stand as motes
to towers, or the sea--
yet we should know, as if by rote:
alone, we cannot be. |
Submission Name: Consider
