Stories
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
9:48 PM
Journeys and Beginnings
It will be the dawn of new,
Yet something so strange.
There will be beginnings all but few,
Somehow through all and change.
Begun yes started on the roll,
Wheels that churn on endless morns.
Upon the struggles full in toll,
To take control but not to scorn.
When time has come for time to come,
At best to follow none but from.
Moving through the thick of some,
Ending in the depths of none.
Effort is at best a charm,
Never returning but till it's done.
Once to gaze sure far and beyond,
But never to look and say it's gone.