wrong way
the way i live according to my own state of mind at the time of my demise it comes to no suprise that my life is a lie and i keep running from the truth when i know reasoning with myself is a trip with in its own i reflect on my freestyle to shine sum lite o the dark dim dreary road which eventually turns into my dead end and as i pray i already know ive been driving the wrong wayThe true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
isreality’s Poems (3)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| isnt it true | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| wrong way | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| unscripted | 0 | 02/18/2009 |
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