Sunday, December 27, 2009

My Well-Worn Path

This well-worn path
that I call my life.
The ground is trodden
from the back and forth of my feet.
I'm a wind-up toy,
I only go so far before--
Before I must turn around
and retrace my steps.

Day after day,
month and month,
nothing ever changes.
Same faces,
same places,
nothing new.
I wait for the day--
The day when an isolated stranger
steps onto my well-worn path
and steers me anew.

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