Lost

Walking down an empty corridor, silent and still; needing a destination. Dreaming of the light at the end of this long, dark path. Then seeing the beams illuminating at the end of the darkness. Running toward the door, but going nowhere. Sprinting a mile in place. Seeing the same reflection in the mirror, still promising change. Reaching the light, but still in the shadows.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback