Tuesday, 8 December 2015

In Transit




In Transit 
I wish i could read the messages the winds bear, she said,
And the clouds and the rainbows and the rain, 
Why? He said , what are the answers you seek ? 
I seem to be at a crossroads, she said ,
Between hope and despair, is neither here nor there,
And I know not the way through this,
And while this indecision lasts unresolved,
My life hangs suspended, in transit.
-Vinny
7/12/15

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