The lure of a word

[farrar-misty]

The lure of a word

Walking in a wood of hogweeds
Knowing every step might be your last
Wandering from light to shadow, from shadow to light
Straying from dust to air, from air to dust

Those around you whisper the road to follow
Though you don’t even understand
What is the meaning of my journey?
I want to find the answer although I can’t

But then a voice from out the woods says
You must follow me and there will be answers to find
And all you are wants to believe
But it isn’t all gold that shines

To walk your way don’t walk away
For a helping hand or a sign to alert
But even when the times are hard
Don’t get lost in the lure of a word