In my life,

So many paths I've trod,

God knows, most of them,

Have taken me nowhere.

Some, strewn with boulders

Upon which,

I've crushed my toes,

Again, God knows,

They were clear enough.

On city streets,

Cavernous cracks

Have thrown back at me,

Memories,

Dark enough

To make me flee.

All guidance I refused,

Confused and arrogant,

Was I.

Love and comfort shunned me,

Nourished as I was

By failure.

Onward I trod,

God knows

Where I thought my destination was.

However, lately,

I have found a path,

On which you've shed a light,

I think that if I follow it,

Carefully,

I might just find my destiny,

At your door.

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Owain Glyn