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For awhile I was getting caught up in the steps to where I wanted to go rather than setting my sight firmly on my goal. It amounted to watching my feet, making sure I stepped in the right spot, and getting lost for it. This all came of a head recently and while brooding over a Cuban espresso I found my way back to where I was going. The poem relates the backward flowing style of thoughts leading up to the present moment.


"Lost and Found My grand Design"

Come! A ride with me to take
To blackened soul and land of dull ache,
Where all are free and toy with glee.
Unwant�ly at my side for waking dream
Where cross we temped lakes & broken streams.
My failures of spine and spirit for to see.

Ways do twist and wind away
And to us show perhaps spirit in decay.
Years ago once I thought, clad in crimson robes I�d be.
But in shallow marsh of discontent
I stopped to struggle and stay a stint.
Here to sit and at emptiness to sip as would I tea.

The currents slow and sluggy drag me �long;
Unwilling I to fight them- Oh! How something did go wrong.
If not it be but more of this I my life ought� of rent.
At crossroads once foretold, with planted feet
I eat the dust of well trod�n streets.
Where hath been bold youth �n its noble feats sent?

At every chance and turn I try just a scant.
Is�t fear then that maketh me shan�t
A single ere commit or by wholesome way to fail?
Be that as it may well be,
I�d on oceans of life rather wander with thee,
At ease, to will, on winds to grandly sail.

Once the world to end would I,
What became of such grand design?
It did die under life�s great stones?
Methinketh it not�, it has only been forgot,
In muddled mires of nearer times t�was lost,
For but a moment in such a grand design.