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i walked down a familiar path, staring up at old trees and at the flowers fading, listening to the birds that sang a sad song. i found it hard to appreciate the beauty i had gotten used to. to me, it all seemed to be fading away. i walked upon a familiar path sighing, but i kept going. the path was all i knew, this path was the limit to my dreams, and deep down, i was sure that i wanted more than just dirt paths and fading flowers. the roads that crissed and crossed around my own made me wonder if it wasn't such a bad idea to wander off and merge into something new. maybe then i could find what my heart desired. even with the conflicts of each day, my mind holds a special thought, the desire to do something beyond the ordinary. but, pray tell, how can i do so if my eyes are fixed on a familiar path. it's warm there, it's comfortable. and so, i find myself walking on it, day in and day out as though without a moment's doubt. i could shift the blame to the universe or sit and blame the stars but first place prize goes to myself. look at me and understand.... i hate the familiar path.













