Maybe we tire of the world, <br />Maybe it tires of us, <br />To soon the glitter fades to gray, <br />And want replaces wonder. <br /> <br />Somewhere along the path <br />We lose the reasons <br />For our journey; <br />Searching for love <br />We get lost among the shortcuts, <br />Lost among <br />The easy flowing freeways of lies <br />Where eventually our trust <br />Dead ends into rejection. <br /> <br />But, if we could find <br />The path to truth, <br />Shining as golden wheat <br />In a field of virgin cotton, <br />Then we could follow it <br />Past the shortcuts, <br />And arrive, <br />At Love.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-among-the-shortcuts/
