How did I get here?

Were my choices all bad,
Or merely too bold?

Did I choose this path,
Or somehow lose my way?

All the people I passed,
Do they think back and smile?

Was it that I was young,
Or am I now too old?

The questions they come
But at the end of the day

I know how I got here,
Because I walked every mile.

Right now I am feeling kinda sick emoticon sick...
Musings on Myself and Poetry that flowed from my brain at 6:23 pm Saturday, Feb. 4, 2006

5 Comments »

Comment by The Seeker

February 5, 2006 @ 5:53 pm

I Like

Comment by Le-Anne

February 5, 2006 @ 7:45 pm

Hopefully it didn’t give you blisters that will not heal and hurt with each step!

Comment by Adrian

February 5, 2006 @ 10:21 pm

Nice. Walk on.

Comment by Kirk

February 5, 2006 @ 11:16 pm

Pretty good. I trust U will be asking, writing and walking some more.

Comment by Melissa

February 6, 2006 @ 5:02 pm

Maybe it’s the grass-is-greener syndrome, but you seem to be in a pretty cool place from where I stand.

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