The road before is me is
Shone on by the Sun.
She's guiding me and it's so easy.
I can see so clear here
For the Sun has scorched away my issues.
But as I'm under the sunrays
I look to my sides.
While my path is vibrant and blooming,
Laterally, it's monotone.
It makes me glad to see
How I've avoided the trouble.
Until I feel grasps
Along my ankles.
The flowers here hold me down,
And I'm stuck,
Under the light, but still stuck.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 7:53 PM UTC
The road before is me is
Shone on by the Sun.
She's guiding me and it's so easy.
I can see so clear here
For the Sun has scorched away my issues.
But as I'm under the sunrays
I look to my sides.
While my path is vibrant and blooming,
Laterally, it's monotone.
It makes me glad to see
How I've avoided the trouble.
Until I feel grasps
Along my ankles.
The flowers here hold me down,
And I'm stuck,
Under the light, but still stuck.
2nd take on my old poem,"it's eminently easy"
don't fall in the trap of easy!!
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