Thursday, July 12, 2007

Old Depressing love poem #3

It's amazing how the wanderer
while having no set goal
can still enjoy each breath of life
and feel completely whole

Yet when a tiny something
presents itself so clearly
and suddenly a goal is found
that he holds most dearly

It can put his life in another light
illuminating lack of direction
and cause many a sleepless night
of lonely introspection

With a goal and purpose
he is no longer able to be
an aimless and meandering soul
achieving only mediocrity

Having a desired destination
causes him to need to know
how to direct the rest of his life
to the proper place to go

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