No Direction
  

No Direction

I run East I run West it doesn't matter.

What ever direction I go there's no direction where

I need to go. In the hassle and the Bustle my

direction is very clear, I have no clear direction

where to go. Direction up North or down South, to

the right East or to the left West I have no clear

direction where to go. Right or left it doesn't

matter because in the end my direction is endless as

I roll as far as a human can go with no particular
direction in my mind I've finally arrived to the

conclusion in my mind that direction is just a waste

of time. At the cross roads I noticed that the

arrows all pointed to the end of the line. As I come

off this long and lost journey I have this to say

direction played no part in reaching the many

adventures trapped in my mind.

Highwaynomad


Comments:
 
lindsay   lindsay wrote
on 8/25/2008 9:52:53 PM
This is so true to life.

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Synopsis
A brief poam to get you through lifes confusing highways,
A Word from the Writer
Don't take things with a grain of salt,causes high blood pressure. Live for today look for tomorrow for the future holds rewards unlike no others. In the smile of a child ,in the scent of a flower, the love of your significant other,the morning due on the freshly cut grass,the sun going down as it sizzles when it hits the emerald green ocean, teh nights skies stars dancing on to the heavens like Fred Estaire and Ginger Rodgers. These are the things in life that make the world and tomorrow a a more beautyfull place
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