
black and white defines the day
fallen leaves, they pave the way
always thought the future bright
the sunless days all turned to night

endless seems the walk I take
twists and turns of a mind set straight
no tree of life to line the road
just dirt and ash of a world gone old

others they have found their end
hope I do they’ll begin again
stop a moment, a thought to say
then once more be on the way

yes we go our different ways
best alone and come what may
even though we trudge the night
we always dream the end is light

different ways in Words that Rhyme
- March 7, 2016, 3:34 p.m.
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