21 January 2013

Poetry


whither are my pathways?
whither are my pastures?
sometimes it is a labyrinth ..
more frequently just an illusive mirage
you’d think you found your treasure
and then you realise you’re just back to square one …
how many more blind alleys?
how much longer?
the deeper you get into,
the more lost …

whither shall I go?

CV - 13.11.2012

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