Lost Path

By: Deborah Amar

I’ve lost the path
and lost my way
I’ve strayed too far
so now i pray

the victim’s guide
be brought to me
with pages torn
in secrecy

i now must find
a book that’s true
it’s bound with leather
and spinal glue

if i stray far
will it be clear
that when i’m lost
i still am near?

if i do search
for this old bind
will what i seek
be what i find?

are differed paths
all the same
in spite of length
in spite of name?

I lost the path
to what is true
i’m bound in fear
but trudging through

where is the book
that I seek now
i lost its name
upon my brow

i know it’s front
i know inside
i know it’s back
and leather hide

i’ve walked so far
but still am lost
i need the way
at any cost

if i should stray
a little more
will newer paths
show me a door?

will ancient rimes
and faerie tales
be my new guide
through fearful gales?

will happy thoughts
and solid streams
of visions bold
become my dreams?

will little stones
of shiny makes
entice my steps
to make mistakes?

or will i wish
to be reborn
and find my paths
have now been torn

will starting new
create new grief
will staying here
be only brief?

and still i sit
and stare on straight
the path i chose
seems long and great

not paved of marked
nor set in stone
the path is new
and i alone

i had a path
not long ago
i knew the way
but it was slow

i tried to walk
the very same
but when i trip
the path i blame

if i walk straight
and follow one
then will my path
be set and done?

i know it now
i’ve lost my way
it’s not the path
it’s me this day

but when i pray
is it now heard
or am i lost
with every word?

i still see mist
i see no sign
but my new path
is no straight line

it curves and bends
confusing ways
it turns and dips
then straight for days

no place in sight
beyond the road
no help for me
from worm or toad

i have no choice
if none shall hear
i’ll carve a path
if none is near

i’ll find my way
through all the mist
while walking bold
with clenching fist

the victim’s guide
is not for me
since reading fears
won’t set me free

i’ve lost my path
and lost my way
but still there’s hope
for me someday

the worm and toad
will have to wait
i’m on my way
and won’t be late

and when i have
the time to look
i’ll make my path
a brand new book

i’ll write the way
i found for me
the way that works
and made me see

perhaps leather
and spinal glue
will bind my path
and make it true

i lost one path
but found a way
and now i know
what i must say

to all who trudge
the unmarked roads
and fear the touch
of worms and toads

i say fear not
the path is near
for paths you make
you must not fear

the victim’s book
is not for you
i doubt it’s words
are even true

for what is bound
leather and glue
with pages bold
will not lead you

for if you stop
to read your way
you’ll lose your path
and further stray

so bind your book
with name in stone
and know at once
you’re not alone

for every path
unmarked in name
needs someone new
to lay it claim

i’ll claim my path
and name it mine
this path i chose
will lead me fine

i’ve found my path
i’ve found my way
for someone heard
when i did pray