FUGITIVE (An Original Poem)

Shiftless moods breed certain fools
who lose their way when darkness falls
wandering souls who’ve lost their way
and fall from grace when duty calls

away they run to foreign lands
that call them so invitingly
to begin the cycle once again
until a problem arises, then they’ll flee

until their woes weigh them down
and begin to slow their tired feet
their heads are buried in their hands,
their tired eyes filled with deceit

for all their lives they’ve been a fugitive
running from an awful ghost
this apparition that dwells inside them
they are almost sure to boast

is the source of all their problems,
all their ills and woes but
they aren’t caused by this apparition
but by a far great foe

this beast that dwells inside them
and their soul he’s surely bought
this fierce and ugly beast
is none other than negative thought.

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