Walking the streets on bare feet
Shoes worn, and thoughts torn
With hopes and dreams, uncertainties,
Cutting through the plans I've sworn
A look about the ringing surround
The flat pitched ground, a silent sound
Of muteness chirping, screaming thoughts
And options run amok, un-abound
I walk the walk, keeping pace
With thoughts that race, without solace
Expressions in my mind bursting my air
But there is no expression on my dusted face
-------------------------------------
Some familiar bend, the journey’s end
Most problems, I've managed to mend
A journey on bare feet, on a much-trodden street-
Yet another journey, with my metaphysical Friend.
No comments:
Post a Comment