They say life is a winding road with many paths to take.
But no matter how many paths I choose,
It's always a dead end,
I have to retrace my steps to find my mistake.
Only to find it's one I cannot mend.
It's like starting a race expecting to win,
But somehow you always loose.
When the race starts you don't know where to begin.
What path to choose.
But what happens when we get to the dead end?
Do we turn around and run away so we can try again?
Do we try to win a race with no end?
Or is the dead end ware our true journey begins?
Very nice poem that expresses the deepest feeling of oneself. Keep up the good work...
Very prescient, your exploring a very large existential mountain that everyone goes, but I like your approach. But what happens when we get to the dead end? Do we turn around and run away so we can try again? To try to win a race with no end. Or is the dead end ware our true journey begins? I could see this sung.
wow thats deep. makes me think. it kinda reminds me of a poem called path less taken its by a famous author but i cant remember his name at the moment: / but anyway this is a really good poem i really like this one :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life's journey is such that we do not have a second chance. This discernment comes late and we lead our lives haphazardly.. nice one