You know, we all seem to go down so many lost roads in our lives. Roads that don't have a name and take us from our intended destination. But some of these roads lead us where we didn't know we were going and when we get there it's like coming home.
Monday, January 23, 2006
I'm not sure if it's just the coming or going The linear back-and-forth on glazed ice Retracing the tracks until the ruts Throw you off course And despondence at the sameness Sets you on another track If you're lucky.
