The Memory Lane
Eyes swept down a road this evening,
a bit farther than usual.
I could see the canopy,
of clouds, trees and people,
gliding, swaying and moving towards the past….
Eyes swept down a road this evening,
a bit farther than usual.
I could see the canopy,
of clouds, trees and people,
gliding, swaying and moving towards the past….
The mind categorizes…
it sorts…
things, events, emotions… people.
If I could sit up,
with my favorite book,
by that dense, shady tree
a leisure, mea life, thou art be…
What if the world isn’t a stage,
but a playground of the mere mortals?
What if we aren’t actors meant to play our parts,
but ordinary people destined for greatness?
The white burning candle,
Standing in the dark.. on its own,
trying to illuminate everything around,
albeit the darkness has persistently grown.
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