A CLOUDED PATH
THE HAUNTING SITH
As life's decisions draw near,
The past whispers in the ear
Which makes the future so unclear
No chance seems to appear
And then the mind starts to fear
But the heart still remains crystal clear;
Like the harsh whooshing of the wind;
All affections lay tinned within;
Because it is always the heart that is to decide,
What it wants to leave aside,
Leave the past to let it be gone with the tide,
That like a bird it may glide.
Let life be free from the fog,
That shades the road like a clog.
At this sight and all its seems,
The soul screams;
Tears roll down the cheeks,
As the true self awakens from the dream.
-Aura