A Poem I Wrote While Thinking Of The Road
July 21, 2013
Roads, as far they go,
Can only hope for the tread
Of a father and son
So lost in a world that
Could only propoagte and burst
Past its invisible seams.
Their world is godless
Yet such an infinite presence
Is present, guiding them
Perhaps such a presence is fate?
Yet would fate have it so?
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