“The Path” Photos and Poem by Lacy
In the windy trees
Comes the windy path,
On the windy path
Comes a distant memory,
In that distant memory hides the truth
Hiding its vile face, in the truth is my lies,
My lie spreads its wings and turns
The path downhill,
Down that hill, comes the frighten truth
The truth about my obnoxious love for him,
He sees me and turns
Turns away to leave me falling down the hill,
Onto my dangerous bed of lies.
