Up the road a few trees beckon
A moment of shade on a hot sunny day
If I stop and seek here refuge
I’ll miss my appointment at the end of my way
For my path is not my goal.
No thing of beauty will hold me down
No period of quiet will slow me down
No place of peace will hold me back
No woman, no wine, no work, no glory will change my story
For the path is not the goal, no matter what they say.
– che chidi chukwumerije.
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Hummm, great as ever.
For the path is a “means” not an end.
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It’s the double-sided coin 🙂
In some poems I argue that the path is the goal, and in others I argue that the path is not the goal.
Just like everybody else…
I guess somewhere in the middle, the truth must lie.
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