The Role

The Role

How I see facts

May not be how reality sees facts

So what I see, what I experience

Might not be the truth at all

It might be a part of the play

The key point in the drama

Where the antagonist is in the midst

There just might be a turn in this plot

Rising up on the horizon

So maybe I will wait here for the sun to rise

Before I embrace the darkness of the night.

Choose

Choose

My mind is a barren wasteland

Quiet in a hardened steel kind of way

I feel the pull of the tug to join into the fray, yet

That is just a place of distraction, diversion

It is truly not the place where there is quiet rest

That place is found in the garden of the nest

Where wings of love and goodness cover

Where dreams untold are now discovered

Where truth and beauty are always revealed

Where the steel of my mind does bend and kneel

To the greater gift of goodness, to the greater truth of light

And in that place I truly discover the purpose of the night

I still am in the barren, yet my feet have begun to move

To find the land of goodness I simply have to choose

And not put it off for another day, another time

Today I will enter my rhyme

It is time

K, Duane Carter 9-13-10