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Mar 2017
For those who chose to throw out reason
here in this most bazaar of times and season
who now fear glancing into the rear view mirror
let me just say "YES" if you wonder its getting nearer

Funny is it not how blind we can be to what lay ahead
that can and often will fill our dream with that dread
that may cause a momentary sense of discomfort
upon wakening and fading before we get a chance to sort

What was or wasn't that little shake of head we make
to allow a reset from that data moving quick to opaque
even though moving on puts reality into front and center
that data was downloaded waiting for when you hit enter

Seldom if ever will it endeavor to open as a full screen view
awaiting a chance for conflating as - THE SPY WITH A CLUE
slipping in now and then to drop off another subliminal hint
as to if and why ,where or when we allowed a place we went

That was just a tangent a separate thought of a pervious  mind
a footpath off the path we blazed an adventure for what we find
that will sometimes have a cost ...the toll for getting lost ...is fear
so when we start again often so impervious to what may appear

no longer who it was that blazed a new path into the unknown
consciously unconscious to tangent paths staying where shown
Content? to follow a map someone drew that is way ahead of you
are you so frightened that unenlightened means ignoring the view

That then becomes the difference between living life that's defined
and freedom that is achieved on a roadtrip.. through an open mind
because life is a journey and no map can ever really be your guide
unless you end when and where that map maker did... No I decide

and if you still fear to glance in that mirror and see its gaining on you
that fuse lit the day your'e born won't gain an inch by anything you do
so defined destination headlong rush or meandering along your way
there is no cost to getting lost ..no toll to pay it's a roadtrip dude .....until your dying day

so why not sit back and enjoy the ride ? YOUR'E NOT DRIVING !
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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