A fresh path
forged with fresh foot falls.
Plodded upon
and made stronger
and clearer.
I follow the news
and seek out
a destination.
I am half asleep
while standing.
Life is a never-ending
network of forms.
They are tangled to me
as I plod along my path.
Inspiration follows.
It backs me to the wall
and demands
that I create.
Lydia Workman
Posted by lydiaworkman on 2008-02-21 19:01:13 | Rating: | Views: 29