3 guardians guard my gates
Guide my life they sit and wait
Watch me as I shamble on
Aimlessly before I’m gone
Protecting me from the thoughts
That sometimes take me out of sorts
Leading me back to the path
Of happiness and carefree laugh
The triangle they form for me
Protects me from the falling tree
Shields me from the blinding light
That sometimes visits me at night
But in the distance on the dunes
Silhouetted by the moon
A fourth protector scouts for me
Helping me to keep me free
His face I have never seen
It’s always hidden by the dream
Looking outward, hand shades eyes
As if he looks for different guise.
I do know, if the others fail
To my rescue he will rail
A true, true friend he’ll always be
But perhaps that man is really me.
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