Gone are those dayz…
Childhood, now a haze….
Wheeling forward, inevitable….
Action replay, impossible!!!
There’s an earnest longing deep inside
For something to come along and change the tide
Amongst the dull and withering
Only If I could allow my dreams to thrive
But Alas!!
I don’t know what I want
Practically lifeless with forgotten aim am I.
Contentment is now but a fabricated feeling
The Road Just seems to go on and on
From the door where it all began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say
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