The Course
I shan’t know if my course was true
Until of course, my course is through
So onward I plod and push and pull
Hoping to save my immortal soul
A soul, a spirit, a hope, a dream
Toward what we strive remains unseen
Yet still we strive, still we try
The Living of this life is not a lie
Faith, hope, whatever the truth
Don’t ask, there won’t be proof
Until you finally leave this place
And off you wander into time or space
kdarcy commented on The Course
11-08-2010
CasimirJash commented on The Course
10-24-2010
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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