going home

All roads

They say all roads
are ahead
of what you left behind


stretching, turning
as the miles run
in all directions

I sigh

and with the sun
as my only solace
from the rising day

i know, as i hope
you do too

all roads lead me home.

Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2006-01-31 at 20:52

Tags Miles  Driving  Home 

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