The path I once trod, now unfamiliar, unknown,
Is this the same journey I've always known?
I question the way, as if in a dream,
Where once it was clear, now a meandering stream.
The landmarks have shifted, the trees rearranged,
In this altered landscape, I feel so estranged.
Yet, deep in my heart, a flicker of memory,
Whispers of the past, still a part of me.
I'll navigate this road, though it's changed its face,
With each step I take, I'll find my place.
For even in strangeness, I'll learn and grow,
This unfamiliar path, a chance to bestow.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoetryAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
