I find myself walking away,
pretty often these days,
from the madness others create
in my personal malaise.
Sometimes, the ways of others
pulls me down to a familiar land.
A place where I once walked
in ways I can no longer stand.
They call me to come along with them;
to embark in ways of old.
They say, “for old times’ sake,”
but misery soon unfolds.
I left those places for a reason,
and the reason is because
they were destructive to my soul;
they were a time that never was.
They were tasted, then spit out.
The bitterness was the same
as the days lived when I was young,
full of anxieties and pain.
I walked away from the old ways,
and with the Lord, I strive
to keep the past in the past,
even if it means that I
must walk away from the destruction
that people are caught up in.
Even if it involves keeping old friends
in the mirror, to see them.
I step with caution and poise,
because I know what I don’t want.
I know what I don’t need.
So, within my personal jaunt
I will journey with the trusted
and the beloved, who’ve shown me true,
how much they truly care
for the man whom may not trust you.