Moving in their own direction Blazing trails of their designs Some vanish like shooting stars Some continue to shine Billions of separate worlds Each unique in their own way Rolling out in numbers That grows stronger every day Concealing wounds under the surface From the battles of their day Bearing scars that never heal Some just fade away Surrounded by each other Alone into the vast Striving to prolong the journey Always knowing it wont last
04/01/2004
Interesting poem, and as the above noted excellent rhyme. :-)
brilliant, thomas... this can be applied to several things... i'm thinking "rat" race, "arms" race, etc... flawless and insightful... blessings...
