The Golden Center

I saw the manfeeding on twelve lumps of coalI felt the draw of his personal need,felt myself fall into his soul.A baker's dozen falling intohis soulI held the man,still losing my wayshowered by a hail of guiltI turned my back and stumbled awayI left him down and stumbledmy wayYou can walk awayyou can search for daysfor all things in the world that are truebut the golden center is: youthe golden center...I found the manlying in a field of woeI reached inside him, my breath held stillI felt his blood stain my handsand had to let goLeft for dead in the worldbelowYou can run awayyou can fast for daysor taste all in the world for what's truebut the golden center is youhe got in line with the restpealed the mask from his facecast the smile awaycorrupt with disgracehe discarded belieffragmented by griefhe lived the big damagehe livedthe big damagehe chosethe big damageHe chose.He walks alonedown a road of despairsees through a glass stained darklywithout hope of repairBetween rage and forgivenessis a life so unfair