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Direction Lost
 
Roads never really traveled
Wishes they had been

Directions moving forward
Only to find he was standing still

Dreams of the future within his vision
Finding he was blinded by glare

Love spoken within every word
Drop of blood upon the tongue bitten

Bright mornings of sunshine
Afternoons of storms brewing

Goals clearly reachable before him
Thick fog forming a wall about them

Determination spoken strongly
Uncertainty ever changing his mind

By Viking Butterfly

© 2010 Viking Butterfly (All rights reserved)

 

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