The Road Ever Changing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
It is about how we, as humans, need to open our eyes to potential dangers before it is too late.

Submitted: March 23, 2013

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Submitted: March 23, 2013



I am flying on the road ever changing. 

It isn't set in stone nor the air.

I change my path, the road, with a flick of my wrist.

The ups and downs make my stomach churn.


And here I am, soaring, in this machine so graceful, so cruel.

I can see so far in all directions, 

but dismiss all that doesn't concern me at that moment. 

"Open your eyes to see how far along our road we are, and I will do the same," I told my copilot.


But it was too late.

We crashed into the barren slope below.

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