~living Past~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

So long that arduous path does wind
that I am left to only ponder it's end,
For this life, a path treads on whether
we be weak in limb or mind.

Do you crawl along yours,
seeking lapses of solitude along a stretch
offering no repose?
Does your path curve and twist like
a scorpion's tail, waiting to strike
as you round every bend?

Is your path straight and narrow,
no deviation to part your way
As your existence is preplanned
organized...safe?
Or so you think.

So long yet mine may be
that I gaze toward tomorrow as yesterday,
Ever looking back on steps once taken.

3-13-06