A brief explanation of why I chose the above picture...given a choice I've always chose the road less taken, if truth be told to be accurate the picture should be me with a backpack and a machete hacking my own path through the woods we call life

Tuesday, March 11, 2003

Depression
It covers my mind
As the snow covers the ground

Nothing seems to evade it
Nothing seems to be growing

And yet
Under the snow
Life waits

Bulbs planted last fall
Wait for warm
Wait for moisture
Wait to spring forth

Yet
Does that matter
Will the mind
Also renew

Will new life
Spring from so long forgotten
Thought
Some seed of truth left long ago

I wonder
But I suppose that very act
The wonder
Implies
That it might be true

No comments:

Post a Comment