Sheets of white as far as the eye can see
Footprints branching off in all directions
The path of zig zags form a beating heart
Could walk in circles, still leaving marks
What is success? The unyielding pace?
Walked across, vanished without a trace
Played it straight, died inside, made the way?
Unspoken devotion in your worn out soles
Look at all those souls that lack direction
They talk the talk but cannot walk the walk
Levitate, the steps taken can't be retraced
And as the snow falls, others will lead the way
I aimlessly walk across the blank canvas
Shamelessly painting acres, staining nature
Yet saving paper by not making newsweek
Every year subdues me, left with a new sheet
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Free Verse Poetry: A Wayfarer's Train Of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of free verse poems to read at your leisure. Subject matter and overall mood varies heavily based on my source of inspiration. I'll add new ones whenever I feel compelled to write them. I hope you find something that resonates with you.
