Tired of Transgressing

When making the same mistakes doesn't work anymore...

There has to be a point in your life
When you become tired of transgressing,
When the booze of melancholy moods
Becomes drowned in the sound of truth,
And your soul sobers to the reality
Of what has become of you.
There has to be a still-point in your day
When every syllable that you say is a calculated song
On the tongue of a son-ray,
That will light the dark world of those you love,
Because finally you gave up grasping below and reached above.
I saw a moment of mystery in your eye,
The kind of look that took Eve back into the Light.
Know that even as she bit into the forbidden fruit and lost sight,
It was really the sly snake whose fate was in plight.
There comes a time when you must forgive those who led you astray,
And yes, forked-words of deceit destroyed your day,
But every child has to grow up in the scheme of destiny,
So take hold the reigns of your pain and be set free.
There comes a point when vainglorious grandeur
Is no longer your life's raison d'être,
And you must decide between the truth and a lie�"
For being tired of transgressing is well-nigh.

DeleVan Sonta-an DellErba--- All rights reserved.

Reviews

[dan zayas]

i loved the rhythm you kept through out this piece - transgressing although is what miracles are made of in my opinion - when yr tired we tend to collapse instead of pushing through. I want to read more of yr stuff - gets me inspired...