Looking down this muddy road
there is nothing in need to unhold,
its a dream this far, i have come without a track..
when i look back at the trail i left,
there is so little that i could forget,
every print had its own story to tell..
I couldnt have had another path,
yet, im not so proud where i stand today
Im still somewhere between a boy and man..
Time did have its change on me..
but somethings never will change, ever
and it seems like i did them all just.. yesterday,
No matter how far this road takes me
and no matter how long it goes off course...
ill do what i should have done.. back then..
hey reading this poem..it made me feel more of like my life you are talking about...just the same as you said it here!!!
ReplyDeletethanks for this post and i must thanks whosoever made me visit your blog...
thanks once again...
will keep visitng more often now..
regards
rahul