Journey
By daweev
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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The Journey
The voices chatter,
All strangers,
Thrown together in a moving box,
We travel as one.
Outside is unfamiliar,
the light is fading,
Ever so slowly the moon emerges,
guiding my pen with its silver beams.
It is strange that simply by moving,
from one familiar place,
to another,
One can encounter such uncertainty.
Ive made this journey a hundred times before,
Yet the strangers stay strange,
the light always fades,
and the moon is always there to guide my pen.
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