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Walk of The Tarmac Path, Part VII: Forget says the spitting image

Eyes opening,

you don't know what happened,

turning around,

you see the path across the mountain,

you made it to the other side,


Little memory of the walk,

eyes red like blood,


You sit down on something that looks like a bench,

made of stone and it's cold to sit on,

mumbling to yourself,


A cold wind passes you,

and suddenly beside sits a spitting image of yourself,

he starts to talk to you:

"Hi me, tired of all the fighting?
It's a hard thing to do, and I'm sorry
to say that yet another obstacle is at hand,
That is why I'm here,
I am you, I am your mind, your soul and spirit,
I'm here to tell you something, to challenge you,
It is time to forget, the past can't be changed,
you gotta stop blaming yourself for all that has
happened, let it go and move on, there is
nothing you can do,
I know this obstacle is terribly hard,
But keep your chin up and be strong."

Another wind passes and he is gone,

for a few minutes you sit and think,

No mountain this time?

No dark seas to cross?


An obastacle,

a challenge,

for your mind,

fear runs through you cause you are not sure,


Sure if your mind is ready for this part of the path..




Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2006-04-02 at 16:10

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