Saturday, April 11, 2009

Life’s No Train Track

Trm3

Iife really is no train train track

Its more like a back country road

Twisting turning

Many choices to choose from

Consdier yourself a pilot

On a plane

This plane being your life

With many places to land

Some may be good

Others may be bad

But only some will bring true happiness

Lifes not a highway

Which is straight and endless

Lifes not a river

Although some may consider it so

While others prefer that highway

Where everyone else will go

To the same sinking end

Of no signifigance

To those who ride the backroads

My salute to you is:

Let instinct be your guide

But logic stay your hand

Form making poor decsions

That lead to that one highway

Let your castles be of stone

And your path be of sand

On which you may go where you please

To a life of which will be great…

1 comment:

Eric E. Nagel said...

Damn, trm3...you've knocked me out of my seat. My jaw has hit the floor and I'm scambling to keep intact the scattered remains of life. You have an amazing talent for stringing words together.

"Let instinct be your guide
But logic stay your hand
From making poor decsions
That lead to that one highway
Let your castles be of stone
And your path be of sand
On which you may go where you please..."

Truer words to live by I have found no where else.

e