Black Holes Journey
If you go on this journey, there is no turning back.
After this point, it is all black.
In a black hole, the power is so immense.
Now life will be read in the past-tense.
The four of us walking down the road.
Trying to figure out our this new abode.
We could here the river to our right.
The woods to our left whistled in the night.
Our house should be up here around the bend.
When they get there they see, its a dead end.
A person from the mist does appear.
Sorry but this isn't your house, its not here.
Perhaps you could point us in the right way?
I tried to with every word I did say.
Now they have to wonder aimlessly.
Trying to find a home, they'll never see.
***What do you think this means?***
Copyright © Chris Matt | Year Posted 2011
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