Faded Lines

Omnimax47

Written along the path I walk.

I see them there, the lines I've drawn.

Both faded and dull.

Never forget, the lines remain.

 

My mother weeps at the road I've chosen.

The choice was made.

A mistake to be, forget the lines.

They are all but faded.

 

You see the lines, I see them too.

Follow them if you choose.

Yet be wary my friend.

It will be my path you walk,

not your own.

 

  • Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 12th, 2018 08:02
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 15
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