| Long ago and far away, where the light and shadow played.
finding the battle was easy to do, but the prize is only what is true.
the sticking point would always be, 1,2,6,9 and three.
primary without a doubt, much to late to return the scouts.
so they travel on with me, comfortable with the designs of eternity.
Now what do I do? not willing to leave the company of three of two.
A rational problem is it not my friend? the equation says to start at the contemplated end.
going payment at going rates, trouble always finds those who cannot wait.
patience is a virtue truth will say, but who am I to give the plot away.
the day is almost done you see, and we must be vigilant if we wish to be free.
truth alone sings that song, so be slow to anger in compassion strong.
the truth tells me this all the time, so translates the poets rhyme.
the path to hell with good intenions plied, but the path of good intentions is itself the one to decide.
truth says only truth will always win, but is winning the truth or the contamplated end? |
