Wednesday, December 7, 2005

The Road Taken

The Road Taken

Each morning I push myself up
and walk the road where you
are not among the people I meet

Yet I search for you in the crowd
despite knowing that our paths
might never cross again

I only wish that you were here with me
as I go along life’s unknown path
But you were a corner I left behind
and I just cannot go back

It pains me that I cannot correct past mistakes
I cannot right wrong turns
That nothing is changed by the poems I made
I still trudge this road alone

I am tired yet I’ll still walk the road
To corners my feet have never touched
Who knows where its path might take me
The road taken might just lead me back

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