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:
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.
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