A Walk of Reflection
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The chilling night wind twisting through

Veiled in darkness, constantly hidden

Thick leaves and overgrowth give way

Stopped midway by yet another

In the opposite direction


One can only imagine what cavorts

Through the mind of the concealed

Yet in further presponderance

Seemingly echoing

The confines of one's mind


A melancholy steeped in depth

The weariness of the days past

Pressed hard for an answer

But none comes forth

A dried-up fountain that flows no more


That we persist in

Choosing the paths that mislead

That press toward destinations

Of great futility, little fruition


Perhaps it would be foolish to deem all at present

Foolish, unabashed folly in essence

All too many had objectives of noble nature,

Of unperturbed peace and joy. But alas!


Things seldom follow singular routes

Crafted and lovingly planned within minds

We will but in vain at times

A rude awakening in the midst of night

Alex
1 April 2006