The Path
I wonder… how do I grab my thoughts? If only I could trap them in a net. Would I catch them all as they pass by or would some pass swiftly through? Too small and delicate to linger there, so tiny but so true. If I caught them, I would offer them to the one who knows my heart. The lovely ones, the beautiful dreams, the hopes that flutter by. Could I offer you also the ugly, dark and dirty…