For the Road.


Never loose the rains on your mind.

But if you do

Ride it to the sun.

Where it never rains.


It's clear which path is safe.

Your choice has sealed your fate.

Once you reach its end, it will be too late.


The cliffs edge is narrow.

If you fall

You will fall no further than the last.


And at the end you shall find,


Good deeds kept secret

Mean something truly sacred.









  • Author: \'JoeWolf, (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2018 03:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'm not god... I'm not perfect... I'm no philosophical genius neither.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 25
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