The signs all pointed to a straight forward path,
but the perspective deviated by its own will.
The story took on a new dimension,
as the fools were silent and stood so still.
The cards turned around the outcome,
was it just fate aforesaid or the hands of skill.
The lines were strung on silent wails of desire,
slowly pouring out the venom of their kill.
The strange light of the moment,
strayed the senses to deviate against their will.
Deviate meditate or just go straight.
its a hard choice u make deep within the still.
When the people turn and give you a second look,
it could be a dark prediction of their will.
Seekers to the depths of your souls desire,
the lines left unsaid they want to fill.
Do I stretch my hand for the solace that they give,
looking for an oasis deep within the still.