A Stones Throw
The road I travel never splits in two,
It always disappears before a lake of truth,
All the others that were here went left or right,
But early on I learned to keep my line of sight…
It seems that every time I saw the path would bend,
I could disappear but I’d still feel the wind,
It kept reminding me that what I left behind,
Is always binding me to what lives in my mind…
Though the road below may not be the same,
I know it always flowed long before my name,
With every stone I throw I’m getting even stronger,
And every one that goes is skipping even longer…
So as I watch it bounce across the lake of life,
I start to renounce what’s causing all my strife,
I take a few steps back enough to gain some speed,
So that I may cross with everything I need…
Copyright © Terry Ledwell | Year Posted 2010
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