I have followed
Way too damn long
The chosen path
Such destruction
I now follow
Far damn too late
Where there is no path
And leave trail
A philosophic thought, if there is a life after death once again, or just a dormant matter, with thinking tending to zero and with a hope to have a an organized structure of molecules that enables to breath and reproduce. In any case a journey continues in the space that has no path or no direction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Richard, this is truly amazing. I am immediately reminded of The Road Not Taken. Perhaps another truth is that the road represents a journey into anonymity. But is such a journey ever truly undertaken as a choice? Very profound work, Richard.
That's an excellent book! I've always wondered about Anonymous. How many of them have made such a significant impact, and yet, we don't know who they were? M.J., I am flattered by your positive response. Thank you so much!