By Shawn Marc b. Carreon
Vices proceed to walk along the side,
It guides me along, fulfilling my pleasures;
Greed takes my hands and fills it with pride,
Feeding my ego, substantially so eager.
Such a path wasn’t present in my mind,
But it just so happened that I slipped upon my mentality,
The trees cover the day that I’d like to find,
Just along a bridge,
fashioned with vitality.
Regret greets me at the end of the path,
Turmoil replaces face,
gripping on wrath,
Wondering what was on the other path;
Does it hold my dreams and a gloryful bath?
