Flak
25-11-04, 08:42 AM
The Center of the Road
How many flowers have I seen on the side of this road?
Too many, I wish I could've stopped to smell them
To feel the soft surface of their petals
See their vivid colors, purples, pinks, reds, blues, yellows
But the road was paved, and I strode down the center of it.
How many faces have I seen in passing on the side of this road?
Too many, I wish I could've stopped to meet them
Learn their features, their eye colors
Meet the people behind the faces, their thoughts and feelings
But the road was desolate, and I strode down the center of it.
How many expanses have I cut through on this road?
Too many, I wish I could've lingered in the fields
Frolicked in the meadows
Danced from glade to glade, between the trees in the shadows
But the road was man-made, and I strode down the center of it.
How many skies have I passed under on this road?
Too many, I wish I could've basked under their clouds
Stared down the sun
Visited the moon and the stars, the darkness and daylight
But the road drew in my eyes, and I strode down the center of it.
And as I strode down this road
Brilliant multi-colored flowers bloomed at my sides
People waved from the tiered bleachers of life
Tree branches and grass blades alike called my name from my flanks
The sky and its inhabitants beat down on me mercilessly
But the road absorbed my life, and I strode down the center of it.
How many flowers have I seen on the side of this road?
Too many, I wish I could've stopped to smell them
To feel the soft surface of their petals
See their vivid colors, purples, pinks, reds, blues, yellows
But the road was paved, and I strode down the center of it.
How many faces have I seen in passing on the side of this road?
Too many, I wish I could've stopped to meet them
Learn their features, their eye colors
Meet the people behind the faces, their thoughts and feelings
But the road was desolate, and I strode down the center of it.
How many expanses have I cut through on this road?
Too many, I wish I could've lingered in the fields
Frolicked in the meadows
Danced from glade to glade, between the trees in the shadows
But the road was man-made, and I strode down the center of it.
How many skies have I passed under on this road?
Too many, I wish I could've basked under their clouds
Stared down the sun
Visited the moon and the stars, the darkness and daylight
But the road drew in my eyes, and I strode down the center of it.
And as I strode down this road
Brilliant multi-colored flowers bloomed at my sides
People waved from the tiered bleachers of life
Tree branches and grass blades alike called my name from my flanks
The sky and its inhabitants beat down on me mercilessly
But the road absorbed my life, and I strode down the center of it.