Monday, 16 September 2013

On The Way

Do you know the path or are you just following?
It must be clear and dear and more than 'nothing',
Going along the bends and lifts,
Soft and cruel; when you accept it
Change fits you and it hits you,
Questions arise and answers fall,
Struggling hard you stand tall
This makes you, you and the path yours.
And I see my path and I can’t see my path
Forgetting all I sometimes turn,
Turn again and lessons learnt
I walk on it, then I stop and gaze,
I say, ‘show me out of the maze’
Laughter, then a voice murmurs ‘Your path, your ways’.

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