Jun. 28, 2009
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Here's a poem I'd like to post. =) I've reached a point in my life that seems to be plotting against me, for it parts many ways. I am rooted to this spot for now. I've been troubled for many days. I gaze and ponder about the untrodden paths covered with grass and greenery. And there are the paths that are rocky and steep with rickety bridges. There are the paths that have vast mountains. Broad is the way with deep snow. Other parts are thick jungles. But all these paths could lead me home. I'm torn between what I want and what is wanted of me. Bearing this identity is a very large, consuming responsibility. I am alone. No one can go with me, for everyone must choose their own path to wander. Here I stand, starving for hope, as I star beyond yonder. Before I was here, I had a helping hand. I had one specific path. I was helped with all my decisions. But now I feel my once held hand empty. I stand alone. I don't know if I'll ever know where to go without you. I haven't made up my mind yet... |
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Jun. 28, 2009 - You are right...
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