the road

the end of the road came quicker than she guessed it would

one more step, and she'd fall off the world

she didn't stay in any one place for long

she was in it only for the destination

but now she wishes she had

to bad she can't go back

the signs along the road warned her it was only one way

so now as she stands, alone on the edge of existance, she thinks back, and she wishes, that she had paid a bit more attention to the trees and flowers, seen only through her peripheral vision.

Reviews

[Summer]

Very nice. Its like one of those "stop and smell the roses" kinda deal and I like that. Sweet poem.