there lies before me
the road less taken
the distant dream awakens

a voice within my soul
demanding to be heard
overflowing with words

as the pen glides along
i am lost within the rush
as with any artist's brush

and i would like to think
i invoke the creativity
but in truth, the poem writes me

05/22/2005

Posted on 05/23/2005
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