I took the path to nowhere,
Where I walked in peace,
Where there was no goal to get to,
nor any target to reach.
And I was never weary,
Of my chosen path,
The road was rather beautiful,
And that was all I sought.
I thought sometimes of somewheres,
With all their mighty roads,
Places where everything mattered,
Except childlike laughter and fun.
I never got to nowhere,
I never expected to,
But the road made me far happier,
Than any somewhere could.
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Songs of Silence
PoetryReading a poem touches something in us. Something far deeper than the loud, fickle mind, which quickly hates or applauds and then forgets. It touches the very soul of our being, that silent part of us, that can truly feel, without judgement or opini...
