This Poem was Submitted By: Christopher T. Moore On Date: 2001-07-10 20:37:20 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The Traveler

I sit here a captive       to the blurring white lines Mesmerized, hostage      I fail to see signs My life just a whirlwind      briskly passing me by Stress pressing firmly      my relief, a short sigh. But what of the consequences      the things I should have done? My ambitions, my duties      are they strangely now one? The "nod," oh so deadly,      for it comes once again It calms me then JOLTS me      was I sleeping just then? I am but a traveler      on this road known as life And although I am steering      I can not avoid strife.

Copyright © July 2001 Christopher T. Moore

Additional Notes:
I have resubmitted this based on a good suggestion that one line was a bit out of meter. :)

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