I knew there was a turn
but it never turned up
and I kept walking straight
in search of it.
The road was familiar
the turn was on the left
in every known way
yet in the broad daylight
it left me.
I know you wouldn't believe it
neither did I
as alike a puzzled wayfarer
I kept on looking for the turn.
It happened to me.
P'raps it happens in other lives too,
the turn always there
keeps eluding.
Then when found,
it's no longer needed.
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 11:38 PM UTC
I knew there was a turn
but it never turned up
and I kept walking straight
in search of it.
The road was familiar
the turn was on the left
in every known way
yet in the broad daylight
it left me.
I know you wouldn't believe it
neither did I
as alike a puzzled wayfarer
I kept on looking for the turn.
It happened to me.
P'raps it happens in other lives too,
the turn always there
keeps eluding.
Then when found,
it's no longer needed.
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