The Path to Shangri-la Circa September 4, 2000, Age 19 (This was the first poem I ever authored.) We each are born with Our lives ahead of us, Something inherent in one and all. We each take different paths, And sometimes those paths collide. In the beginning we are born, Forced to begin on legs of four, Clueless, yes, ever so clueless, As to the path to Shangri-la. We each are born with Our lives ahead of us, Something inherent in one and all. We each take different paths, And sometimes those paths collide. In the beginning we are born, Forced to begin on legs of four, Then, in the middle, We graduate to two. Yet still, we remain clueless, Yes, ever so clueless, As to the path to Shangri-la. We each are born with Our lives ahead of us, Something inherent in one and all. And sometime those paths collide. In the beginning we are born, Forced to begin on legs of four. In the middle we graduate to two. Yet by the time we are old, We are forced back to three, And still remain clueless, Yes, ever so clueless, As to the path to Shangri-la. But Shangri-la is not unattainable. I will let you in on a little clue: Somewhere along the path to Shangri-la, The path where collisions do occur, Is the unlocking of lifes greatest mystery, Is the fulfillment of your life: The arrival at that special place Known as Shangri-la.
Posted on: Sun, 11 May 2014 03:17:20 +0000