Go
Pack your possessions in a knotted bag
set out towards east or west
keep walking every day
add distance from your abandoned past
no new world to discover
just the walk the distance
that leaves it all behind
a smudge upon horizon that in the end
will vanish below the curvature of globe
No voyage of discovery for you
no India or America to confuse your way
plodding is your savior
thud of foot placed after foot
the climb through rocky heights
places where thorns or brambles bar your path
clothes torn limbs bleeding
still you’ll push your way through inch by inch
Once there was a place a smiling face
don’t think it no it never was
forget it all it never could have been
walk onwards on this path
tomorrow’s beyond view
and yesterday is dead
To Go Back To
SEARCH RESULTS
Hit your browser's
BACK BUTTON
© Johnmichael Simon
2007
.
