Imagine a silent milestone,
Up there where the hill road crested;
Carrying the flame, not of miles burned,
But of weary feet that rested.
Moments spent alone with your thoughts,
Just you, a cool breeze, and your goal,
Before the coming caravan,
Drowns out the music in your soul.
A moment perhaps to reminisce,
The roads you tread to reach this place,
Crossroads you'd like to revisit,
Small detours you'd like to retrace.
But there are roads yet to be seen,
So let your mind not linger long,
For there are whistled tunes on your lips,
Waiting to break out into song.
Worry not, as the day passes,
For the milestones you've left behind;
Just walk on till you blaze your trail,
Till you find that milestone in your mind.
2 comments:
i dont know if it was because of the frame of mind i was in, but this one about untrod paths and distant goals had along with its usual awesomeness the deadly scent of a will-o'-wisp....
are u trying some twisted reverse psychology shit to try n make ur jekyll disappear?
are u trying to suck the stream of poetry dry faster than it can regenerate in ur brain??
are u trying to inspire urself into ignoring ur true inspiration???
do not anger the gods by spurning their gifts....
relax..there's no reverse psychology shit here..just my thoughts on my friends birthday...where does the will-o-wisp idea even come from..
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