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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