« In the trenches | Main | drag of smoke »
September 01, 2005
Traveller
what good are the road signs,
the numbers and exits, if
you travel on a road to nowhere.
If what is lost is deep within you
where you have never dared, never been.
Is it the motions that keep you
the white traces you follow, or
The dreams that come, as the
Roads extent beyond illusions.
or the strangers you meet,
The long legged desperados
looking in the same directions.
Or the fear that if you took
the last exit before the sunset
you might have to stay where
your heart beats wish.
Posted by Idinraha at September 1, 2005 02:07 PM