Bare feet in the sand

If life chooses to take a different course,
Would you walk along
Would you be there, waiting;
at the end of this lonely road,
or will it still be me 'keep walking' it
to somewhere these bare feet of mine takes me.
am I not but a doubtful loser to wait,
a loser to fall, for the apparently 'not there'
Some thing that's not there, is to me,
a lot more precious than what ever is,
but not really.
Will it be you, or will you be it?
I'll have to find out
All that I know are those mere moments we were there
meant the world to me,
and I just selfishly hope that it lasts,
knowing darn well you'll have to step out
and rejoin whom you were always meant
to be with:
and not me
Not a boy in bare feet walking along the side of the cosmic road,
lost in these sandy patches his life has chosen to take,

Sometimes. I could never have control over my life,
and it is only when the heart takes that role,
that I wish I could have some part of it,
some of these life defining moments;
of supposed happiness
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Sunday, December 20, 2009 at 7:11am