Friday, November 21, 2008

Armchair Wanderlust & Bridges in the Sky

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 traveled


As always, thanks for stopping by and take care.



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