Treasure Island

Azul Noir

(South Africa)

The Longest Road

Big houses, small towns,
small flats in big cities,
some smaller than others,
some bigger than most.

I have seen the obscure
I have felt the mundane
I have traveled, I have lived,
and it all seems insane.

I have run for a train,
I have slept on a plane,
I have walked, I have driven,
I have stood in the rain.

I have loved, I have lost,
I have fallen again.
I've been high, I've been low,
and now nothing's the same.

I have given up, I have carried on,
I have shouldered my courage,
now I'll just travel onward,
with a little more knowledge.

Submitted: Monday, July 26, 2010

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