The Inquisitor

I took a quick step thinking

I know just where to go

but as I saw the road I

just knew that I would sew

another rip another tear 

upon my hopeful stance

but all I could hold onto

was this walk was my chance

I won't ever stop to smell

I met a young girl selling

I bought from her a bag

and asked her soul compelling

if she would join me and

she shook her head and shook my voice

away from her own mind

I knew just then she'd made a choice

and orphaned was my kind

I wont ever lose my way

I filled it with my vigor

but rations spoke too low

so seeking to configure

I paid to make it so

full that I couldn't carry 

on one stone shoulder long

so taking turns I'd tarry

and yell my feet along

I wont ever sleep

My sister of the wood sang

I tried to be on tune

but whistles sounded lacking

in mirth and fell too soon

I screamed within my soul and

I told myself to snap 

out of my lonely thought band

and make sure not to nap 

I wont ever stop to ask 

A tree I found quite empty

and here I made my nest

I asked that mother plenty

would mind if I'd undress

her leaves and moss and pillows

made from her green gifts

and as I lay soft billows

of wind played with my wisps 

I wont ever stop to think 

One day I stopped to track it

and saw the trail so clear

I yelled and ran to meet it

my heart said I was near

I took a sharp turn joyful 

I said "This is the way!"

but what I met was soiled

ghost marks marred in clay 

I wont ever give up 

My tears came without bidding

I realized my mistake

a home is not peace giving

if sin is in its wake

I can walk a hundred days

a thousand steps per boot

abandoned page will still relay

past stains to absolute