Ghostwords #5 – Life: Redux

Life is not a journey

Still it goes up and down

Life is an endless river

As our past has itself shown

Life is a mystery

It walks to town

Life is a quill

For every open book to own

When you feel outside

When you feel like a leaf in the wind

Then go to the inside

Then go to the place that smells like roses and mint

When you feel left out

When you feel like drop in the ocean

Then go to heart

Then go to the place that smells like the sun and its bright vision

The paths are often not clearly

The ways are dark and down

The streets are often dreary

The roads are often left to roam

We decide to go the right way

Let righteousness rule

We decide to go the left way

Let hopefulness help us not being a fool 

Published by N. Burg

N. Burg is a writer. He discovered his passion for writing at the age of 17. Since then he wrote a vast body of work. He also likes reading, cats, the manga One Piece, and thinking.

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