Wednesday, September 14, 2011

A poem for a friend who was thinking outloud

I sat and contemplated how life's flow
would help me to forever grow,
to let emotions out at last
and not let life slip by too fast.
I sit and think and think some more,
do I take the hidden path or the wide door?
Let friends go at times like this
and simply sit and reminisce.
What adventures await me down the road?
I know not, but this is often good.

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