as i pass these choices...
forks in the road....
these metaphors...these philosophies...
are getting so old....
crooked and winding...
yet narrow and straight....
the past now means nothing.....
the presents to late...
as i stop at this lake..
tho shallow and placid....
i sat next to a duck...
and attempted to ask him...
"why so shallow......i see rocks in some spots..."
no reply.....no answer...
just skips across the water a rock....reminds me of dancer..
feeling uncomfortable....knowing im insane....
the scenery here the nagging fear....is far far to lame....
about to move forward...
back onto the road.....
PARTS UKNOWN THIRTY MILES.........
WITH NO WAY BACK HOME.....
i glance behind me....
to see where ive been....
to my shock....dismay....
this must be pretend....
nothing has changed......
no road there remains.....
to myself i explain...
"your only slightly insane"
i meander onward....
thinking......to spots uknown.....no way home...
all alone.....ignored........a drone....
Reason for writing:
to becontinued
yo'
Birth sign: Aries
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