Where are the roads that lead to places I want to be
Where are the dreams of yesterday
The ones that spelled out tomorrow
The ones written in the stars
Where have all the years gone?
How did I get to here
This place in time
What brought me to this moment, this being
On this road to somewhere
Where am I?
Through this night and into the darkness
I wander with my eyes closed
Shrouded in a soft blanket of mist
To be lost in the open
Where was I?
What mysteries lie behind the curtain of life
Beyond the bend, across a lonely field
By a river bank in the shade
Somewhere, anywhere
What do I need to see?
Alone in the dark staring out at nothing
Blind and lost yet not
Dead but alive
Living and breathing, just existing
Where I am?
Where do all the roads lead?
What’s on the other side of the mist?
A river, a valley or a field of dreams
Where is tomorrow and where has today gone
Where will I be in the morning?
Walker
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
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Walker, I read this out loud and so of course I heard my voice, but somehow on a deeper level I heard my voice here too. Perhaps we all can if we listen closely.
tomorrow takes care of itself...
Bravo!
Thought-provoking! Keep writing!!!
I love your writing.
I love this. Particularly the line "what mysteries lie behind the curtain of life." Your work always moves me.
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