Path

[dweezel]

Where does it go
This path I trod
What light to lead me on?

Who's there to say
When I have reached
The long awaited dawn.

Must I travel ever on,
Through darkest still of night?

And walk this cold and endless road
Still searching for the light.

Comments

[juggernt]

You have a real talent for poetry and should explore it further. I know you're studying the wildlife, but perhaps you could pick up a few writing classes while you're at it.

[dweezel]

I can't write on command, or when I try it comes out sounding very forced. I write because I have to get it outside of my head. There's little thought, only flashes of repeating lines. Once I put it on paper it stops. The poetry/writing classes would want me to create something. I only translate.

[juggernt]

As do most great artists.