What is the speed limit anyways?
Who's driving the car?
Does it matter?
How will I know when I've gone past it unless someone stops me and gives me a ticket?
I wouldn't be able to take it back. Undo and pretend like I never pushed the pedal just a little farther to see if I was alone in the car of if the passenger seat was still taken. It's not the speed that makes look twice, think twice, breath twice before pressing harder on that pedal. Its the thought of being stopped. Being told I'm driving two fast. Being left alone in that car to stare at only the price tag on the ticket.
I sit back sigh and wonder...
Where do the daydreams take others?
Are they soon or forever?
Does it matter?
How will I know if they are the same to one another or simply similar in that they are in color?
These thoughts take up a majority of time in either mind. In all this time, is there ever a chance that their paths have crossed? That the same note has hit each heart? When no dreams ever leave the lips of the soul, they stay as dreams. These things cannot be measured unless a breath is taken and they jump from mind to words. Until then they simply stay daydreams, accomplishing nothing more than entertaining the mind and heart.
I sit back sigh and wonder...
Where the heck am I going?
Do I even have a map?
Does it matter?
What happens if I get off the trail and if I do get off who is going to tell me?
I sometimes feel like I'm just staring at this map screaming "where the heck am I going?" I don't want to follow a road aimlessly because the sun shines perfectly on me and the air is sweet. This hiker is one in need of direction no matter how perfect the trail is because sooner or later there is bound to be a fork in the road and I need to know which direction to turn. I don't know which way is which and I need to know what that path holds.
I sit back sigh and wonder...a smile curls...I get goosebumps.
...when will I stop wondering?
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