Poet of the River
Poet of the River Poems
' A Path With No End ' (Thought)
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?
i fell to my knees,
when i felt a cool breeze.
i had close my eyes only to see,
the world turn its back on me.
the sun and moon were guiding me,
to friends and family in harmony,
but only if they could truly see,
my eyes are shut,
I'm on my knees,
and not with them in harmony.