Fine Line
Many roads run through this world,
and we all live parallel lives.
No life is lived easy,
and there is no fine line.
And we just drive,
hoping to make something out of ourselves
and find a reason
why we are here,
why we must live this life.
We are dealt a hand of fate,
a card of destiny,
and we all choose sides.
Some play the soldier,
saving lives,
but are they truly rewarded
or left behind?
Some choose the good samaritan,
but do they succeed in helping
or blamed for interfering?
The rest are strangers
cruising past others
on this walk of life,
and some keep a blind eye
to those circling them.
But others stop time
and spend their moments
in selflessness.
We are all actors
on the stage of life,
and life will
always be complicated,
a jagged road
through this world
that we live through.
Fine Line
By, Melissa R. Mendelson
<Deleted User> (4281)
Mon 18th Aug 2008 23:11
Dear Melissa
The poem has a lot of psychology in the body of the write. You are trying to find ways and answers to subjects that at times we are not able to conquer alone. It is thought provoking write. Your thinking leads the reader to stop and contemplate why we are here for, it reminds of the song that been sang by R.U.S.H. a Canadian Band - 'DREAMLINE'
He's got a road map of Jupiter
A radar fix on the stars
All along the highway
She's got a liquid-crystal compass
A picture book of the rivers
Under the Sahara
They travel in the time of the prophets
On a desert highway
Straight to the heart of the sun
Like lovers and heroes,
and the restless part of everyone
We're only at home when we're on the run
On the run
This is something in that sense...They are trying to find the way as you are searching yours....Great poem!!
With my best wishes!
Zuzanna
xx