Where does your path go?
Thru brambles and burrs?
Does it draw you to avenues not ventured?
The path worn sure or one not explored?
Should not we travel there?
Why venture the ticks and the fleas? These are your curse because you are matter.
The world is a stage that with halfheartedness I engage.
Waste not I should but human nature pulls me to the ground.
-
Author:
Keeter C (
Offline) - Published: August 15th, 2025 13:17
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
Offline)
Comments4
This speaks of otherworldly feelings and images that transcend worldly visions
Thank you, or others dimensions
You are most welcome
A very interesting write, a sense of our insignificance in the wider universe, enjoyed the read
Thanks. However small we are our time cannot be recovered.
You are very welcome
Thanks! My human nature wastes so much time.
A brief, contemplative meditation on choice, weariness, and the pull between aspiration and inertia. The questions invite exploration, yet the speaker’s tone turns pragmatic and even cynical; about the costs of venturing. The closing lines admit a gravity that keeps the self grounded, making this feel like a crossroads between desire for discovery and resignation to human limits.
Thank you. Honestly I liken it to knowing one can and should fly yet doesn’t not knowing why.
Like bees and their aeronautically contrary design 🐝
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.