The path

Life is full of paths.

Perhaps you find it fascinating and wish to do the math?

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One such path is the path of love.

There is a need imprinted on our souls from above.

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We spend our lives in hope. 

We find multiple ways to cope.

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We fall into pools, shimmering. 

At last, glimmering.

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We lift heavy stones.

We pick clean forgotten bones. 

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This image is forced upon us. 

Thrust through us with disgust.

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We curse the path we’ve chosen. 

More and more emotions frozen.

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Step off the path.

Feel the aftermath.

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Nerves ah jitter.

Loins that dare to quiver.

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Frantic, we seek our familiar path.

On begging knees, we deal with the wrath.

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Society adds pressure to our walk.

Noise, frustration, jibber disguised as talk. 

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Get married. Have a family. Settle down.

This path sadly isn’t for everyone, frown. 

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There is a reason we chose our path. 

There is a reason we wear our sash.

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Hearts and flowers. 

Loves glowing towers. 

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Chocolate and flowing gowns.

Symbols of forever crowns.

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Destination weddings.

Family fawning over our bedding.

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Feeding our needs. 

Growing like weeds. 

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Over blown. Over grown. 

We fight, toil, cave with a bitter moan. 

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Love

a precious give from above

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as been preverted

perversed ~ left in our hearts to rust.

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Too much pressure.

Distress to find the treasure.

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Marketed, packaged and sold.

Could one be so bold?

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As to buck the commercialist drone

follow a path that will roam,

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down dusty and forgotten tombs to love?

A more natural course to find our imprint from above?