Sunday, August 29, 2010

Road Warrior

The dark cold tar
Glistens from the light rain
I must follow the yellow broken line
Before it was a quest
It was an obsession.
Finding my road’s end,
Is to start from the beginning
Surfing the net,
To unwind
Secrets that began
Before my time.
Discovering that the beginning has
Just turned to a Dead end,
Where the secrets died there
Only last year
And never the secret revealed
To any of her peers.
So the dark cold tar
Glistens from the
Light raining tears,
As the yellow broken line
Beckons me on
In life’s unanswered fears,
To continue to be.

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