sometimes, i'm exhilarated. elated and buoyed by an unshakeable sense of purpose, passion and enthusiasm, i run, i soar, i twirl and whirl.
at times, i'm just morose. dejected and overwhelmed by the monotony of work, i wonder what it's all for.
most times, i'm just plain me. working the road. working out life. working, forever working in my mind.
hey you, down the road,
Why are you here?
What did you learn?
What did you see?
hey you, down the road,
Is it going to be different for me?
It it going to be worthwhile for me?
hey you, down the road,
did you see where I turned off?
did you see where I went?
tell me did you see.
tell me did you see where I went?
February 12, 2009
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