Where Life Begins
Lines on a neighborhood road,
are quiet thoughts,
on a deep dark January night.
Pulsing, streaming,
only knowing a course
a driver sets for them.
But it is when the lines stop
at an intersection,
where reason ceases
and life begins.
Copyright © Paul Ruth | Year Posted 2009
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