Apr 2010
Life is a endless winding road,
with many turns,
dead ends,
and forks.
The path cannot be seen,
only followed.
The follower is alone some times,
or accompanied by others,
treading the same path.
But the only certainty,
the only constant,
is the path will end.
It does not matter how much we want it to,
it does not matter how we try,
how long we prolong it,
we will meet our end.
Always.
with many turns,
dead ends,
and forks.
The path cannot be seen,
only followed.
The follower is alone some times,
or accompanied by others,
treading the same path.
But the only certainty,
the only constant,
is the path will end.
It does not matter how much we want it to,
it does not matter how we try,
how long we prolong it,
we will meet our end.
Always.
One of the many things I get when I get in the mood to write, weather it's prose or poem. I usually get something depressing when I get the poetic inspiration, like this.
