The Token

The Token

I once discovered a wonderful place that made me feel so good…

It seemed to fill my deepest needs better than anyone else could…

for only but a token I could feast my every thought

but woe is me the price was steep for my purity was the cost

I fouled my life with deadly vice and secretly played my games

but every time I left the place one token still remained

I vowed each time to never come back and swore it on my soul

but as I swore I touched the token and stopped just short of whole

the token was my touchstone and always left the mark

my soul was tempered hard as rock and hungered for a lark

I fought against myself and won oer and oer again

the battle was to go or not… but the token still remained

I fought for years to rid myself of loathing my own lust

but surrendering the token was a price beyond my trust

Then one day my soul awoke and dared to be so rare

I threw the token out of sight before I was aware…

I begged for full renewal of my heart my soul my mind

That day I woke a purer man than any other time.

So if you hold a token to your very special place…

be wary lest it bind you hand and foot to lose the race

remove it from your heart and cast it far away from you

for the token is your “come back call”

its name… “A Lame Excuse”

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