Walking along the same trodden path
of that of yesterday and the day before
friends and family warm the soul
but when alone i find myself at a bore
Walking along the path again
starring at the ground
is this it? is this all thats written in my plan?
i look through my library of thoughts
and all i find are pages, endless pages of blank
I come to the feild,
looking through those books trying to find a thought
and then i see the endless sky afront me
I drop the books and on my knees with my arms raised i yell,
WHAT AM I DOING HERE! IS THIS ALL? IS THIS ALL YOU HAVE FOR ME!
And as i lift my head off the ground, wiping away the tears
i catch my breath
A wind blows by and turns a single page in one of my books i dropped
I see writing and pictures i had never before
I turn the pages to find more and more
and for the first time in my life i decided to take a right at the feild
rather than the left i had taken all my life.