Conclusions should be drawn, but,
I have forgotten the words
to the most relevant song;
and frankly,
I just can't care that much any more
for all that I've come to abhor.
Perhaps it is all part of
the experience of being me,
that is, to act as myself; for
who else could I possibly be?
If anyone were to join in
I'd welcome them to do their part,
with open arms
and a willing heart.
But, let it be known:
I tend to prefer possibilities
- ideas and dreams -
over stifiled assurities.
Stories over facts.
Seldom travelled trails
over straight iron tracks.
So... at the shore once again I stand.
Gazing upon the waters, pulling away.
Pondering, if life truly has a plan,
and what, if anything, matters day to day.
The spirit is so silent
that the heart feels completely alone,
yet wondering whose voice it is in the wind
passing with a divine groan...
I cannot yet draw my conclusions, though,
perhaps someday I may recall the words of the Song;
finding, I care more for where I am going
than for where it was that all went wrong.
Life swings and turns Smoky, listen to the music on the breeze and travel forward, such a thoughtful write I really enjoyed reading (twice over) .thank you.
I think this is amazing stuff, it might be some random thoughts you have but their tightly knit and compacted well together creating a really interesting work. Great stuff
A wow of a write Smoky. Absolutely superb...you are making the reader relate to you in this one.
This is a great poem, and I love your last stanza, very creatively written! Esp. written right before we begin anew, and may I wish you a very Happy New Year Smoky. {{{hugs}}}! !
Love the closing lines - better to look forward than to look back. Very inspired write Smoky, glad you wrote it! !
This is great Smoky, many of those wrong roads have given us strenth or friendships. Though I could have done with some navigation. Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem. Sometimes with have to get out what's in our head. More we leave it in there the more we can't get away from it. A great write.