It was a dark and scary street
To traverse it was a challenge indeed
I took my steps in sulking doubt
Guidance was hard to come about
But there was no need for despair.
Guidance like luck, often catches you unaware.
The right path is not easily seen
Visible to eyes, that remain keen
Spoken words cause a magic unique
Encourage me to aim for the peak
Am keen to turn words into actions
this dark street will not beat my intentions
Other times there is no need for a talk.
Magical sights can inspire us on our own walk.
Guidance here is languishing in third person view
Don't ignore, just take it as your queue.
Good 1...but shouldn't it be 'cue' instead of 'queue' in the last line ?
ReplyDeleteAhh...well spotted.
ReplyDeleteBut thats wat you call poetic freedom ;)