Sunlit Fantasies

A Truthful Path

For many years now
I have walked the golden path
Some say it leads to justice
Others claim it ends in a waving flag of freedom
But, who cares about the result anyway?
I do it for the journey, because the path speaks to me
The colorful, understanding bricks pull me out of a life of concrete grey
As sweat glistens on my chin
and the sun casts yellow puffs of light
the road winks up at me
recalling my fantasy to life

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A Note

You crept up to me
I placed the note in your hand
Its secret fluttered