Footpath of serpentine madness Often beckons me Travelled roads of badness Callous monstrosity Desirous to do better Rather than going astray Choices led to be fettered There had to be a better way Helpless to make a decision Without guidance extraordinaire Only one who listened Interrupted every prayer Resisted his assistance A shadowy figure of lore Outdistanced his persistence In search of something more The path taken to salvation Isn’t always brightly lit But it’s better than condemnation In a fire and brimstone pit So when it’s time to listen Trust the voice you hear the most Start anew and christen Your mind as the guidepost Ignore whispers of heathens Don’t rely on the crucified Listen to the three wise men Me, myself and I