apply restoration to legs Is Lost

apply restoration to legs Is Lost

There comes a time in
Every man's life
A crossroads to choose
Which path best to take

Shall it be the left?
Or perhaps the right?
Straight as an arrow
Circumstances dictate

The roads are closed down
Destroyed with vengeance
Bridges blackened now
There is no return

Entrapped by mistakes
Both past and present
Only one way clear
But there is no path
The clock is tickingThe sands have run dryToo old for vigourToo tired
for patienceAll is lostapply restoration to legs is lost*save

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Phaestian, in the year 362 AF.