Destination.
Path
forward.
Creation’s
road map.
Difficult
to read.
Heading
unsure.
Which
path
to travel?
Frozen
in place.
Not sure.
Which way
to turn?
What
road?
What
direction?
Moving
forward
decisions
to make.
Side
by side
iterations
flow.
Different
results
each.
Infinite
journeys
all made
by one.
Over and
over
the story
plays
out.
Unlimited
lines of
approach,
astral
planes
to explore.
Infinite
forks
in the
road.
Travels
everlasting.
Creations
intent?
Unknown!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 6th, 2023 20:34
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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Comments1
blank pages as our road maps
we traverse a life designed
to have us stuttering our success
while gliding effortless
to all the abundant woe
in our accursed paths..
(better we don't know
what new flavour of strife
is waiting around that next corner
or else, i doubt
any of us would bother
learning to stand as children
knowing
we're better of just crawling around
realising
it won't be long till we're back down
on our hands and feet)
Hi LBM,
Tough slog this life thing for sure.
Thank you for your support.
JP
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