Paths

January 9, 2012
By , Boxborough, MA
Dream.
A fantasy, a picture in one’s
Head.
Love.
A force that sets the world on edge, spinning
into an abyss and leaving the
rest of humanity
Behind.
Which one is real?
Which one made up?
Which one holds pain?
Which one comfort?
It is hard to tell a rock covered in
Sugar from a piece of
Candy.
I don’t know who to trust or where to
Turn.
I cannot tell the house from the
Shed in this
Blizzard.
I cannot tell my house from the lion’s
Den.





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