Now every pathway seems the same,
And choices vary not at all;
The way of hope, the way of blame,
The spring, the summer, winter, fall –
They’re all one road. It’s all one thing.
The path of tentative mistrust
That each new footstep seems to bring
Her in this world
Of lies
And dust
Feelin’ it. Totally.
Just read your post . I see what you mean.
You said it much better than I did. 🙂
This is a really clever poem – drew me in immediately. Thanks for sharing – you have a real gift! Sam 🙂