I am walking upon a road
The mist conceals the road already taken
The mist conceals the road ahead
I am not sure where I will go
I am not sure what I will see
But shortly we will be one
The mist and me.
I shall take the risk
To the unknown
Because I’d rather fall
Than never have flown.
Time for this bird to spread its wings
And find greatness
Or whatever the mist brings.
– L. F. Cramer
October 24th 2012
Dan Wooden
November 16, 2022 — 6:56 am
I like this poem a lot. I also like this website you made, in general.
I stumbled upon it, randomly, when searching for something else.
It reminded me of my website; something I made a long time ago. It felt good to know someone else was inspired to write something, or do something original, in the same way that I was. This poem reminds me of the part of the story called synesthesia.
http://www.danwooden.com/
You are a beautiful person.