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Unscrambled brains
Unscrambled brains
A road hidden
Covered by dense trees
My eyes attempt to see
But only observing
Its natural green
The road is there
Right in front of me
I am not blind
And yet it is not
Plain to see
Is this the one said
Less traveled
By those who are free
In the end can the mystery
Be unraveled
This road
I take up then down
is the beaten path
I wonder
Am I just going around
Time is wasted
Looking for what is ahead
Or holding on to a past
Which is now
Scrambled in my head
To live in the moment
And not linger in the past
Or worry of a future
That just might not be
Is how freedom comes to me
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Comments
scribbler
Fri, 2011-12-02 17:28
Hmm...
The journey is more important than the path? enjoyed the read..............stan
Eduardo Cruz
Sat, 2011-12-03 11:42
Stan
That is the point my friend, we have a tendacy of over-thinking things.
Eddie
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE