The Road to Take
There is no rumble
of anticipation
Stirring in the streets
The days settle
into repetition
The mundane flows
like weary feet
To and fro
often without a
Direction
of their own
Celebrations
once so happy
and so gay
Have come and gone
and all that remains
Is the dull ache of winter
The shivering cold
and dreary path
Yet we have to move
toward something
Can’t stay where we’re at
The light may not seem clear
But if we stop
it’s still there
Guiding feet
with worn out souls/soles
Still moving
wanting to know
The road to take.
01/06/26
clc
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