My Formed Road

October 20, 2011
By Anonymous

Dragging my feet down my formed road
covered by red and orange leaves,
I make some unidentified turns
To print the lines guiding me.
A new adventure,
A new experience,
To change my life. Where will I go?
The blanket I’m carrying changed the road when I turned right.
That creates the memories
Lasting for eternity.
i can only imagine the ones to come.
For the future is unseen
And the past is untold.
Forever walking my own road.

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