Sky or earth, steel or stone, rail or road: Choices all
While time speeds past me
Or me past it
A soul might travel forever and remain unmoved
Or attain apexes unimaginable
And though the path is oft shrouded in fog
The sun rises in the morning
And the way grows clear
Bridges appear through the faltering mist
And I continue along the road less traveledAs always, thanks for stopping by and take care.