The path to the future never did run straight
I have to walk along it, the silent victim of fate.
The sun plays hide and seek between the trees
Zephyrs lay their gentle touch, the buzzing bees
are busy with the business of their flowery date.
I wonder at the meaning of the life I chose
as the afternoon warmth draws to a close
the many voiced chorus of the song I sing
is carried from my lips hushed and the sting
of loneliness evaporates as on the path flows.
On and on through the woods it winds
chasing dreams under a light that blinds.
Willingly it moves, lithely it flows
with not a goal in sight, no end repose
The path to the future to the present binds.
<This was inspired by a photograph The SloMan saw on this blog post, so really, all blame for this lame poem must be aimed in that direction. 🙂 >