Poet of the River
Poet of the River Poems
' A Path With No End ' (Thought)
They say life is a winding road with many paths to take.
But no matter how many paths I choose,
It's always a dead end,
I have to retrace my steps to find my mistake.
Only to find it's one I cannot mend.
It's like starting a race expecting to win,
But somehow you always loose.
When the race starts you don't know where to begin.
What path to choose.
But what happens when we get to the dead end?
Do we turn around and run away so we can try again?
Do we try to win a race with no end?
Or is the dead end ware our true journey begins?
is love real or is it a trick?
do people love or dream of love they know they will never have?
should love be a goal or a dream they fear to have because you know that when you wake up the dream is over and the feeling you felt were unjust.
is love a good thing or just a temporary indulgent.
like chocolate, sweet but in the end you know that sweet things are bad for you and you can't have them. you can only wish something as good will find you and save you from your pain.
or a rose