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Walking the Walk


I stand before 2 roads
Hoping it will lead me to my yellow brick road
Eventually leaving me at my dream destination
Only that I don’t have a dream or a destination
Let alone a way to reach the way to reach it.

Maybe life isn’t about reaching a happy place
It is about being happy whilst while we reach it.
The only way to know for sure is by walking the path and 
not forgetting to
enjoy the breath taking view.
Look straight~like the eyes of god. 


( The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines. Frame of reference is 'The Cross-roads' quoted from Kwesi Brew's poem, The Mesh. For Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads)

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  1. "It is about being happy whilst while we reach it." I think that is a very wise statement. Lovely thoughts.

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  2. Indeed, life is a thing that can only be done by living.

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  3. Be happy where you are on the way to unknown.

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  4. It is about being happy whilst while we reach it.

    This is such a valid observation about life.

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  5. I'm like you, I never really had a dream destination. I just went where the doors were open (and the dog led?).
    ..
    BTW my profile picture is of me sitting beside the Yellow Brick Road talking with Mr. Tin Man.
    ..

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