which way should I turn??? Not my photograph…
The Woods Had
Clamped Tightly to the Roads Which We’d Come
With the End of Our Journeys, Somewhere Up Ahead
Or, was it Me, Who
Can’t See that Someone Had, Gone Before
And Followed in Her/His Paths.
The Setting Sun Rushed Over Furiously
From the Other Side of the Universe,
And, Devoured Up, the First Half of My Life
There’s that hint of regret, or resolution, maybe, to this one, and, the path that the narrator’s on, s/he can’t see where s/he is going, but, s/he was urged onward, and, was, chased down by the setting sun, reminding her/him, that another day had, swiftly, passed by…
time that’s, easily lost…NOT my photograph here.
Life, the Obstacle Course 