Travelling down a no return road
Going forward pass signs
On this winding, bending road
That tell me what’s ahead
Sometimes full of anticipation
Sometimes only dread.
Going forward
Not looking back
Not using a rearview mirror
To see behind
There’s no use in using that.
On the side of this my road
I’m passing beauty there
Just up to me to behold.
My salvation
May be at the end
Of this my own long road
But the journey to that place
Is up to me to unfold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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