They say life is a winding road with many paths to take. <br />But no matter how many paths I choose, <br />It's always a dead end, <br />I have to retrace my steps to find my mistake. <br />Only to find it's one I cannot mend. <br /> <br />It's like starting a race expecting to win, <br />But somehow you always loose. <br />When the race starts you don't know where to begin. <br />What path to choose. <br /> <br />But what happens when we get to the dead end? <br />Do we turn around and run away so we can try again? <br />Do we try to win a race with no end? <br />Or is the dead end ware our true journey begins?<br /><br />Poet of the River<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-path-with-no-end-thought/
