A Journey Of Their Own
As I stare outside and kill time till 6:30 I watch the cars pass and continue their journey on the road
I stare and see the snow fall in such a graceful way
Lands so perfect on the ground and there it stays so white, so pure, untouched by human beings
As I sit here and think I assume the snow flakes each individualized have a journey of their own so short lived
To be melted by a single touch then you get the courageous ones that land and blend in with the rest
I start thinking about my own journey and where it’s leading me
A long journey it’s been thus far I can only imagine it will only continue till the day I die
Would my journey be destroyed by a simple touch or courageous with the rest?
I stare and see the snow fall in such a graceful way
Lands so perfect on the ground and there it stays so white, so pure, untouched by human beings
As I sit here and think I assume the snow flakes each individualized have a journey of their own so short lived
To be melted by a single touch then you get the courageous ones that land and blend in with the rest
I start thinking about my own journey and where it’s leading me
A long journey it’s been thus far I can only imagine it will only continue till the day I die
Would my journey be destroyed by a simple touch or courageous with the rest?
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