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?
Bad Or Not (Thought)
A man once said their is no such thing as a bad day,
Just bad moments we choose to take with us all the way.
If that is so then why are good days still good?
Or is it just a moment we hold on to as long as we can?
If so then their are no good days or bad days in life their all the same.
Just days we wish would last forever,
And ones we wish never came.