The Road Less Travelled

The Road Less Travelled

Poetry is kind of my occupation
Fast track you on the great spirit river freeway
Fast track you to what doesn’t exist
Anymore, never did
So they say
I’m a poor thing

How it must hurt to be so superior

I did not ask to be the poet
The poem hounded me relentlessly
And I’ve cursed the road less travelled
Many times

Adi Shakti
Had a poet for a son
Whom she found easy to love
But very difficult to love
Without a fight

Poetry is kind of my occupation
Fast track you on the great spirit river freeway
Fast track you to what doesn’t exist
Anymore, never did
So they say
I’m a poor thing

How it must hurt to be so superior

I did not ask to be the poet
The poet hounded me relentlessly
And I’ve cursed the road less travelled
Many times
Adi Shakti
Had a poet for a son
Whom she found easy to love
But very difficult to love
Without a fight

Everybody!

With the moonlight tonight
On the infinite sea
Where the ghost of your smile
Smiles right back at me
As it begs for its liberty
Begs for the light
Slouching toward the mystery of the power
And the glory

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