Map of the World
I lost my map of the world. And now I face each hour disarmed of my will, disgruntled with such lack of vision. The terrain of life proves treacherous and steep, yet abundant in warmth, when caught. I forget the direction that took me here, and only guess at the one I'm facing. But such matters lose weight in the midst of epiphanies. I stumble on the sand, is it me or is it time? Perhaps constraint is in debt to both. I hope to attain direction, yet hunger for it's absence upon discovery. Such a virtue cannot strive for martordym. And now I look ahead... or behind, and march on. Eyes useless, feet trembling, my destination has no name, but will one day adorn one. I destroyed my map of the world.Again.. bored. Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 04:04 PM PST 10 • 0
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"I lost my map of the world...."