On a pointless journey
I wonder as we do.
Would the sun shine brighter?
Missing dull, drab days?
Without the wild wet weather.
Back and forth,
As only we can do.
Affects of beautiful butterflies
Unknown,
As I ponder the purpose,
The ability to do,
As only we can do.
Much time lost,
Traveling,
Back and forth,
As we do.
Bright roads soon become dark,
From simple choices,
Choirs sing teasing songs,
Tales of heroism,
Haunting,
As we do,
As only we can do.
Old roads lost forever,
I ponder the the peaceful life of birds,
Flying free,
Singing songs of flight,
Ignorant of their freedom,
Freedom from wonder,
As I ponder the purpose,
And do as only
we can do.
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Author:
E Naughton (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "On a pointless journey" The time lost traveling back and forth in our minds wondering what the future holds or what the present moment would be like if we chose a different path or embarked on a different journey, "much time lost" (regret) we could spend all that time here in the now, enjoying the life we have "free from wonder"
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And that is all that could be asked for of us: to 'do as only we can do.' An uplifting journey of being. Thanks for sharing. And welcome to MPS, Eric! /Rik.
Thank you, I look forward to reading some of your work.
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