I go one way
they forbade me
to go both ways...
you can't have the better
of both worlds
It's like
people tend to make
us
choose for something
not both,
so choices decide where
we
stop at the
end of the road.
But think about it....
... at the end
of every leaf,
it ends into emptiness.
Emptiness...
Same as death.
No matter what road you take, you'll always end up at the same place...
the end of the nerve, the end of your life...
... I think I will take the road with my eyes close.
Write to Live; Live to Read: Poetry
A gathering of poetic people who help each other grow in their poetic ablilites.
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