THE ROAD TO HOME
Wide and narrow strangely coexist, both
redefining themselves at will - like serious
and laughable together. It is said we are
smarter than the sum of our parts; let's
hope there's something to that.
-
Otherwise, what should I say about
your shouldered markings, your house
of shame, or your wounded dog?
That primrose path we traveled - as I
recall - did all it could to forget us
once we were gone. You closed the
gate on that little white fence, but
in spite of that the dog - once
healed and ready - escaped.
-
An escarpment of possibilities -
we saw it, we jumped. I got out
of that place and never looked back.
Wide and narrow strangely coexist, both
redefining themselves at will - like serious
and laughable together. It is said we are
smarter than the sum of our parts; let's
hope there's something to that.
-
Otherwise, what should I say about
your shouldered markings, your house
of shame, or your wounded dog?
That primrose path we traveled - as I
recall - did all it could to forget us
once we were gone. You closed the
gate on that little white fence, but
in spite of that the dog - once
healed and ready - escaped.
-
An escarpment of possibilities -
we saw it, we jumped. I got out
of that place and never looked back.
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