Winding road on which I strode
the miles gone by increase
different still like smoothing silk
or soothing of the beast
The voice instilled not chose by will
though to it we confide
and give it's voice our choosing choice
by faith we do abide
Stranger still the heart concealed
mysteries course and heaven's plate
gave to dine on all remind
that vessel sets us straight
And last of those the ghostly prose
the bonding of the being
by no control a gifted soul
our futured fire it's feeding
Famined fame or praise to gain
I know not ponder still
all the while another mile
goes straight and straighter still.
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