Sunday, December 25, 2011

Reflection

Life is seeping away like water
Running through fingers 
Trembling with fear

Illusive lights 
Show the road untraveled 
Full of promise, new and enticing 

Blurry vision of days and years 
Slowly falling in memory pockets
To be retrieved some other time...

1 comment:

  1. So why do we keep searching
    Why is the find in the last place we look?
    Cause we can stop as we will have found.

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