THE LONG RUN

The sun is one, the roads are many, can I choose any? The life I live simply had brought, silence, a simple thought, thught of glory and the wildrness free, oh, am I wrong to thee? I feel odd, back in time, one poem in an age, the forgotten rhyme, the sad songs of the past, those, I listen to, I have to and I must, I go, that is what is beyond, to no person and no land I am bound. I wish, I hope, that is not a crime, I sight, when will it be my time, the time to be great, not to fade away, life is not a game, yet I have a chance to play, why is that I do not know, I broke but not bow, maybe in another life, you will be my cure, you will be my strife.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-19 at 22:07

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