I transverse the mundane path of man
Every day, living as much as I can
Yet the road seems to twist and tumble
As the world seems to groan and rumble
The more I walk, the more the knot loosens
The more I move, the more the lace weakens
As the inevitable approaches, I stare in terror
My grounds, my base is naught but horror
In all my might and a risk of stability
Pride befallen, an answer sought, in spite difficulty
An attempt to fix, to unbreak what's broken
A plethora of paths ceases, as a choice was chosen
Pulled apart, creased, stretched, and winded
Through twists and turns, discord becomes untwisted
Hurdled was the problem of thousands of men
And finally I can move forward once again
YOU ARE READING
Falling Leaves
شِعرA small collection of originally written poems about life. This is my first work here so expect occasional updates without fixed time intervals.
