A poem by Troydon Wainwright 1st March 2015
While going through some papers, I found this gem. A poem written for me whilst I was living in Cape Town, South Africa.
Beyond the Road
I walked as far as the road goes
Then beyond the road
To who knows where
Then beyond the road
To who knows where
It was easy to get lost there
With no path or signs anywhere
With no path or signs anywhere
I had no map or stars for guide
All I had were vistas wide
And the open air
All I had were vistas wide
And the open air
And being the first to travel that way
I had no one to follow
But destiny
I had no one to follow
But destiny
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