hi
Monday, November 14, 2005
Walking into the deserted forest, alone, with the path all but clear and full of pot holes
yet theres no end to the horizon, no destination in sight
the surroundings look so symetrical, like i've been here before, maybe i was walking here all along...
Looking at the trees, it made me wonder....
do they have a choice to stay here and not move?
A sense of meaning,
Meaning of why moving.
This is just a short path,
Path leading to a brighter future.
A compamy of trees,
Trees to give fuifilment.
The distant looks nearer now,
Now that each steps feels lighter.
Potholes now looks easier to dodge,
Dodging into society.
posted by ikaira @ 12:42 PM,
