| RESISTANCE |
Jun 4, 2008 7:06 am
214 Views |  | The distance of least resistance is never a straight path.
What brought me here is gone, thinking out loud now. Where should I be, I question myself once more. Reflections from the pool of life, portrayed as if I were always right, I shake my head as tears subside, knowing just how fragile, this life.
Echos of a distant pull, steer me toward another door, hold my breath say my prayers, seeking happiness and so much more.
With nothing in my pocket, I begin again.
Work is threatening a shutdown, perhaps a buy out.
Challenges press against my soul.
Everyone makes it, in life, don’t they?
The seed of thought shall find the light
The unwanted devise hope
The faithful grasp for a sign
The strong hold tight
Me, well, I just drive on. |
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