Walking We Learn the Nature of the Path

How sad
we as men come to
identify ourselves
so eagerly
with our amnesia

refugees of primordial ruins
in our post daze haste
we looked to the sky
recognizing only
our ambitious self

this hollow reflection
we mistakenly worshiped as god

manic triggers set mind upon sin
indulgent pleasure lays in bed with lust

ticket to vice
placed picture perfect
in the open palm
of the eager child's hand

comatose tourist combing
uncle sams fantasy island

always action
often over priced
fine print restrictions
are implied principles
of doing business

no return ever guaranteed
empty pocket auctioning
broken promise vouchers

but brighter roads never stray
too far ahead

from these dark woods
hear the call of the shore
rising ever more sonorous
as we near the clearing

soon water
just up ahead, light

every forward step
reverberates
from a single movement:

now walking together
we learn the nature of the path

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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