I guess I chose
The wrong path.
I went through
The dark forest,
Instead of the
Meadow filled with daisies.
I walked into the darkness.
I looked back at the sun
And kept walking.
I guess I chose
The wrong path.
I wanted to see
What it would be like.
It is everything
I imagined it to be,
And a little more.
The darkness, the grey clouds, the dead trees,
It all intrigued me.
I guess I chose
The wrong path.
I have been seeing
The same things over and over.
The once bright flowers
Growing old.
The once tall trees
Growing old.
The once happy me
Growing old.
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
I guess I chose
The wrong path.
I went through
The dark forest,
Instead of the
Meadow filled with daisies.
I walked into the darkness.
I looked back at the sun
And kept walking.
I guess I chose
The wrong path.
I wanted to see
What it would be like.
It is everything
I imagined it to be,
And a little more.
The darkness, the grey clouds, the dead trees,
It all intrigued me.
I guess I chose
The wrong path.
I have been seeing
The same things over and over.
The once bright flowers
Growing old.
The once tall trees
Growing old.
The once happy me
Growing old.
