Saturday, February 25, 2012


I roam the paths
Steady, controlled
But alas others differ
Erratic, wild
I wonder as they pass
What causes this reaction
Why someone would be so
But as they scramble
Realization slaps cold
These people are mirrored
And I see myself
But how could I preach patience
When I, myself
Have very little to start?
I slow my feet
And soothe my beating heart
To clear this picture
And enjoy life for what it is
Instead of rushing through
And missing my chance

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