The Mystic

Each day is something new to discover

Like walking a freshly paved road

With flowers on the border

Grateful yesterday for the peace I sowed

I want to reach inside

For some truth

Is life an absolute?

Or my day walking?

Not sure how to feel

I go both and forth

But I keep walking on

Between suspicion and worth

You have two things in hand

A cross and an epitaph

I guess that’s all our path

A life of struggle going up a graph

Please don’t give up on me

Just seeing things as realistic

I haven’t given up on you

In this heart, there’s still a genuine mystic 

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