They say it is the journey
Not the destination.
I wonder hidden behind
All that fog,
How then does one see?
What is the point of travel
When you cannot see the road?
What happens when you drive
Into a road full of potholes?
Dodging each hole to save tyres?
You find yourself heading to a cliff.
After all that effort,
You find your journey headed nowhere.
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Paradox
PoetryCollection of poems I composed with themes of life and it's contradictions through my perspective. #1 rhetoric
