So many false starts and blind
alleys have pointed us to lands
we promised to younger selves.
So many good intentions paved
our patios and pathways, not to
hell, but to a kind of anti-climax.
Meaning is not an unfound grail.
It resides in footprints and glows
in each creaking backward glance.
We are never where we want to be.
For now we are somewhere, maybe.
Relax. Catch breath and thank stars.
Tony Noon
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 2:50 AM UTC
So many false starts and blind
alleys have pointed us to lands
we promised to younger selves.
So many good intentions paved
our patios and pathways, not to
hell, but to a kind of anti-climax.
Meaning is not an unfound grail.
It resides in footprints and glows
in each creaking backward glance.
We are never where we want to be.
For now we are somewhere, maybe.
Relax. Catch breath and thank stars.
Tony Noon
