SEPTEMBER These days I find myself lostCrossed by a road with steep hills and abrupt bumps, coarse in its terrain, and a sense of despair that despite my best efforts to detain persist and remainA fork with four paths, and i can’t choose one, do I go where the grass is green or follow the sunDo I sprint into the woods or stay on the sidewalk and choose not to runThey told me follow the yellow brick road but if all that glitters is not gold then which is the most valuable oneMy emotions leave me flabbergastedMy mental state is extremely tragicThe things Ive done in this last month consist of evil magic, building bad habits, and bags filled with children, made of plasticI should have lasted, but here I standIn the center of a master plan, either for my doom or demise whichever it may be i’m not sure i’ll survive… 0 Post date October 14, 2015 Posted in Art, Creative Writing, Personal, Poetry Previous post: SEPARATION Next post: Confucius Rising 1 Comment Add Yours → Always follow the Sun… Log in to Reply Leave a Reply Cancel replyYou must be logged in to post a comment.
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