Walking Away - Poem by David Patton
Walking down this deserted beach,
I’m finally hit with the truth.
That there are only two directions in this game,
neither of which I have distilled into a proof.
Forwards leads me towards expectance,
while backwards takes me to something new.
These choppy crashing waves remind me
of days when I was nothing more then
a tool, a ride, a plan B.
Yet this cool breeze brings me back
to a calming memory,
one of accomplishments and wants.
But just as sure as I am of a coming sunset,
I know my days with you so called friends will be short lived.
And as this sand beneath my feet
slowly protrudes towards the ocean,
I weigh the truths,
Then turn around and begin my journey
of finding expectance within my self.
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