The Light of the Fire
The mountains divide
In the Canyon I hide
Building my shelter
In which I reside
At night it is cold
The wind to my soul
By the light of the fire
I see events unfold
In the daylight I’m blind
I leave it behind
Following the path
Which I hope is divine
At times there are knives
Piercing the fabric of my life
Allowing the knowledge
Once forgotten to arise
I don’t know if it’s me
Or a conjured fantasy
But when the light of the fire
Shows me that it’s true
Who am I to question
The wisdom that ensues
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