Pathway

Looking over the horizon I see the perfect pathways,
One that leads to the moon,
And one that ends to soon,
One is paved with the riches of the world,
And one that is paved with all the love for my girl,
One that dangles loose in the space,
And one that hesitates to move about its pace,
One that reaches the sky above,
And one that reaches the end of my brow,
One that holds all knowledge in time,
And one that has lost all its shine,
No two pathways are alike,
Just like two snowflakes melting in ice.

(10300007)   Copyright © 08/01/05 Ronil Tataria