I woke up and decided today that I do not want to pay the darkness toll.
I've shed my share of tears down a lonesome road.
And encountered too many obstructions simply to be told,
"Sorry about that, love.
That's just how it goes."
NO.
NO WAY, JOSÉ.
ABSOLUTELY NOT.
NOT TODAY.
I WILL NOT BE PAYING THE DARKNESS TOLL.
I put my coins away, the very same I have no further need to relay, and wave to the worker as I pass through his lane.
He seemed surprised that I flew by,
but only because he did not know.
Today, I won't be paying the darkness toll.
And who knows, maybe I won't pay tomorrow either.
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Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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