There is a path that every life follows,
full of love and hate, happiness and sorrow,
but every path is never the same,
for the choices you make and fate are to blame.
Paths intercept, cross and diverge,
as life goes on and everything's blurred,
changes come and changes go,
like a feather floating when a wind starts to blow.
Written June 21 2012
YOU ARE READING
As Time Rolls On
PoetryThis here is going to be a journal of daily poems that I write, a place to keep my thoughts, feelings and whatever random poems show up on paper. Enjoy!
