Carl,

From the province of Saskatchewan he grew.

Amidst the pale, yellow prairie grass,

From a young to a man,

who’s energy was all that was needed to last from day to night,

who shone as bright as the sun,

for everyone who looked up, in the darkest of days.

 

He had all the world’s desire.

A beautiful woman he loved,

innocent children that loved him.

 

Sometimes he’d get lost,

and all that he could see in the distance was a road of mist.

Thinking there was no exit,

No turn he could take,

taking take him out of the shade of addiction.

 

They all left,

leaving him behind to fight his own battles,

where he stood as the only warrior,

scared to be defeated.

But there was still an ounce of strength left,

that could be used to win.

So once again he stood,

and won the final match.

 

Addiction never let him see the rainbows in the sky,

nor the free fish that swam beside Vancouver,

nor the excitement of riding a horse.

But, once Addiction was gone,

the blindfold of hopelessness was taken off.

He was en route to peace and contentment,

in a life he started again.

He began to leave behind a trail of desires for him to follow,

like tracks of the railway he built,

for his trains to reach their final destination,

on a route he so carefully had carved,

so none could get lost again,

just as he did.