Monday, December 3, 2007

Roads And Signs

Sitting on top a mountain
breathing in the air,
lazing back on the edge
without a single care.

This life rolls on
as a single flowing wheel,
imagination creation
of all our false and real.

Plains we rise to and things we create
on this spreading web of fate,
will come together in their own time
as long as we follow the roads
and watch the signs.

By Mark Shackleton


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