How many trials does it take
to teach a man of clarity
to understand the vows I make,
I speak with deep sincerity?

How many mountains must I climb
to prove my words are truth
to speak in not but faulty rhyme
as foolish as a youth?

How many paths must we walk
to waste away our time
to hinder doubt that ever stalks
inside our anxious minds?

How many times will I repeat
to hammer a thought into place
to remind you there is no retreat
no words that one might erase?

How many times must I say
to teach you time and again
to inform you that at the end of the day
I chose my path, my friend?

~August 14, 2013~
~ShatteredScribe~