True Directions

Mother-Child-Father faded
Merely memory, His dream
Held so tightly, suffocated
Soft as angel feather beds

Danger/Life: so over rated

Nothing cold nor hard or mean

Safely held, familiar places

Frequent faces of the dead

Numb to touch and over-Jaded

Revolt against the way it seems

Run so far in routine-races

Lost along the way His Head

Into strangest water waded

Lost his way and and all it means

Found redemption in its traces

Found a voice and letter RED

Baptized by the fire. Traded

All he knew for all his dreams.

Found redemption, unabated

By those who thought his life they led.