Posted on Apr 6, 2012


He walks through the park
Lost in many deep thoughts
Clouding his mind
Crushing him so
For he sees many paths
Many roads

Like a tree that grows
Branches twist
This way and that
Ever growing
Ever reaching
Who knows where

He sees though far
Way too much
Too many paths
Too many roads
Too many branches
That he doesn’t really see

Posted in: Poetry