future holds invisible
of this and that and all unknown
to us stuck here in present time
where life will coast on rollers no
one knows where goes this winding road
through skies of gray or blue or crash
to ground but is it crashed or can
i travel now on foot just hard
for me but i will conquer storms
my way must cross the rapid stream
but i can swim and i wont let
the waters carry me away
and though i land far down the stream
i land is all that matters
sounds like a long and winding road! ! Long Live the Beatles! ! Great write, nairn. -landrey
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Poetically speaking, as a colleague, this poem has a driving pace that makes you read it without drawing breath until it's done - a nice aspect. Otherwise speaking, as a friend, I like your determined approach. Just know that you never have to ride those coasters, walk those roads, or swim those rivers alone.