At the doorway <br />we see the signs, <br />little blue lines <br />running this way and that <br />zig zagging along the interwoven paths <br />we travel on. <br />Some might say they show life's mystery <br />the mystery of the fates <br />where we've been and where we are going <br />we live in the cloud of unknowing <br />not knowing where we will be tommorow <br />the joy, the sorrow we will face <br />the blue lines pick up pace <br />to drag us on <br />to places far beyond what we can see <br />blue lines between you <br />and blue lines between me.<br /><br />Daniel Hooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-lines/
