Serpents

The clothes I wore were battered
Weathered and torn
The toil of inner serpents
Took me to places I had never sworn
Mirrors held my future
As I look at self
Being free of the serpents
Was my key to inner-help
Then one day I pondered
A foggy, open field
I never took time to pause
Or even dared to yield
I finally saw in the mirror
Serpents I had never seen
Being free of self-serpents
For a better life I never dreamed



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Writer(s): Curt Bauerly
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