Winter's Roads by Ron Carnell
I cannot speak for all who stem
'Long roads less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
by words they spoke and did not say.
Each road is long, though short it seems,
And credence gives each road a name
Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams
Or choices turned to darkened dreams,
To where each road wends just the same.
From North to South, then back again,
I followed birds like all the rest
Escaping nature's snowy den
On roads I've seen and places been,
Forsaking roads that traveled West.
This journey grows now to its end,
As road reflections lined in chrome
Give way to roads with greater bend
And empty signs that still pretend
They point the way to home sweet home.
But all roads lead to where we go
And where we go is where we've been,
So home is just a word we know,
That space in time most apropos
For where we want to be again.
For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is going to be
Another road - or just a place.
Our lives are like a candle in the wind. - Carl Sandburg
Didn't sleep well yesterday,, all thanks to the never-ending nightmares i had. after one nightmare had ended, another came along.. it just continued.. no full-stop to it. zzz.. in the end, i didn't sleep much. -.-
right now, am reading some poetry and inspirational quotes.. find it to be quite meaningful.. learning some japanese words too.. will not be audi-ing temporary..
that's all for now, shall continue if i have anything to post :P
