The way I walk the path of life. Tearing through the path of strife.
Feeling low. Depression high. Lasting thinner than a knife.
The hopeless hope that hides my face. The sinful stare that prides disgrace.
From fall to spring, from fall the rise. Faster is the pace.
To say I've never had the thought. My plan of inner-death is fought.
Thinking good, while doing bad. To live as God would want.
The hopeful day that tries to stay. The hopeless hope for now remains.
From left to right, I left then stayed. I walk the path of day

Copyright ©2001 Joseph Michael Egan