Friday, January 30, 2009
A breeze of air gushes
In through the trees to the right
Sitting on a bolder
From dawn to night.
A wizened old man
Supporting a beard of pearl
Blind, mute and deaf by choice
Dazed in his own world.
"I had a choice,
To go left or right"
Yet, a man chooses to cease
Stop the journey,
Omit the gift of sight.
A decision was never made
Choices couldnt be brought
So all, once a young man, did was
He sat there, and thought.
