Old Ways.

My old ways call me,
It looks glamorous, beautiful and incredibly attractive.
And now I wonder,  am I missing out on something?
Does this new life pay afterall?
The ride isn't the easiest,
The road,  not the smoothest,
And so I ponder,  is it really worth it?
Then He spoke to me,  he reminded me,
About my wretchedness,
My filth and dirt
Do I want to go back to that life?
No,  I decide,
For a little time in thoughts
Has exposed me to the truth. 

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