Searching for something to believe.
Maybe don’t look so desperately.
Cause from the look you might end up hoodwinked.
Begging for a direction to follow.
Expression is making you appear shallow.
Too much too soon and you’ll be labelled a fickle human.
Popularist;
Does not need to exist.
Contagion;
Shed such an abrasion.
Renew;
If only for you.
This life is yours to tread.
There is no one correct path.
Go walk it!
Begging at the pews of martyrs.
None will offer you naught but barters.
Cages for your mortal soul to suffer and breathe defeat.
Dusty tome and a dozen rusty nails.
Objects to be used; contain and impale.
Reality strikes, this is but the gathering of an old cult.
Popularist;
Does not need to exist.
Contagion;
Shed such an abrasion.
Renew;
If only for you.
This life is yours to tread.
There is no one correct path.
Go walk it!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 