Direction
direction.
direction is a
mirage,
clinging to one route,
will only lead to
one road
let me find no
direction.
see where my ends
gallop
Find direction.
says the visionary
to the blind man
the blind man
stares
laughs
and says
son, I have always
been able to see
-----
eternal minutes.
life long hours
vanish,
to pin direction
walk and see what
will become
Copyright © Frank Guglietta | Year Posted 2013
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