And so we go our own way
A path not trod before
Each bracken broken
A breaking new
We know this way to be our own way
Our own not known before
Each thought awoken
A thinking new
With light and might we walk our own way
Stealth of stride alone no more
Each slice of slight
Incite light new
And so we go our own way
But thanks
Thanks for this bit of street light
Given in your own way
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The thing
That I am least good at
Is doing it now
Which
In turn
Means
The thing
That I am best at
Is procrastination
If you will
Here we are
Here and now
At
The penultimate page
What does this mean
For the next
Notebook
Does one think
I ought to be
Decisive
But to be honest
That’s not my style
Although perhaps
To have space
For longer poems
Yes that’s the one
I will travel
Find places to go
I will unravel
The wonderful feelings
Which made me so
Where to go next
Where to go now
The trials of the text
Amidst the wide-eyed mix
Of wondering how
All alone
With thoughts in a whirl
Yes, here on my very own
Writing, waiting for love
To gradually unfurl
Expectation
As if the day itself
Was part of a play
As opposed to one mind
Dictating events
Inclination
As if to wander
Was due to the joy
Found in unexpected places
Where time stood still
