This will be my last post for while, getting rid of the ol Facebook in my life tomorrow morning. The Path Ever Winding Dark and foreboding, the great trunks show signs of age Many have come across this path before me The path winds through the trunks until out of sight I choose to take it, hoping to reach the end before eternal night The gear I have is not much help, a useless compass and a blank map Fatigue sets in, I stop once in a while to take a quick nap The naps always end for some reason or another, though all seem appealing possibilities to stop for good Everyone must find their home, most look to set up shop The forest thins as the path continues I come across a meadow at which I muse Do I stay here and the make the best? Can I keep going and endure times test? The path ever winding, I should move on The birds ever calling, I earn for their song Each step a moment, each crossroad a meeting. And an end. I only look to find my eternal friend.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 11:28:57 +0000
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