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took a step back this way
reflections of the past rush back
got a mile more to go
but where? and when do i stop?
reflections swing like tempest
hitting hard, unforseen
is life all about falling?
and where does it stop?
and when do i stop?
a roar in the skies, a beacon of hope
‘fall you will, and fall you must’
’stand, you shall, and continue, you will’
‘faith, your compass, and experience, your map’
‘lost, i figured, help’s at hand’
i tread forward, dragging my soul along
looking back, tempest dissapears
in it looms the horizon,
life’s own utopian villa
this, if i choose to stand,
else, i’ll sit there, to rot
but till when?
-plain joe-
ps- another crap of a poetry…still drunk on orange juice!
August 2nd, 2005 at 10:16 am
