Voltafaccia

VOLTAFACCIA

Excavating deep within my hard core,
I find the pieces wrecked and unwilling,
For me to step through the shell to restore
Principles, and live a life fulfilling.

Charred and fused together by the traumas,
Inflicted by my past belief in man.
They shield me from the effects of dramas,
That are part of every selfish plan.

I rebuild my defiled humanity,
For the opportunity to craft wings.
To soar above the past insanity,
And live the dream of the caged bird who sings.

I will ride the currents made to prospect,
Providing lift for my lifetime of flight.
I’ll fly higher than the lowest expect,
And not go gentle into that goodnight.

I will steer past paths to failure and cost,
Viewing their promises as forsaken.
Never take time to look at what’s been lost,
And left behind on the road not taken.

Why should I give time to the ill concept,
I should go back for those who have harmed me?
Those are losses I will learn to accept,
Or eat the fruit from my own poison tree.

I have taken the time to see the need,
To by step the guidance of the pastors.
For no matter where this new trail shall lead,
I’m guided by the footsteps of masters.


Another attempt at an homage to the greats. Not all of whom are represented above

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