Walking down that old familiar sidewalk, it seems like walking back in time. It's cracked in all the same places, it takes all the same bends and curves, and it still goes nowhere.
Walking down that sidewalk, It almost feels like I'm that person I used to be. That kid walking up and down that old, lonely path hoping it leads somewhere different, hoping it ends up somewhere better.
I remember staring down at the concrete, thinking to myself that one day I'll be where I want to be, that if I keep on going, I'll make it there.
And I'm still walking that path, that long, lonely path to somewhere different, somewhere better.
But what good would it be if I walked this path all the way to paradise, and to my disappointment find that it didn't lead me to you instead?
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Well aren't you being all pensive and contemplative? Believe me that path leads somewhere good eventually. You just have to cross some rocky ground first, i.e., college! I have no doubts you'll get there with hopefully few blisters! :)
Just be careful not to keep walking that path continously, as you may end up leaving something better behind you - it's the journey not the destination that is important.
Oh, now that is so profound Juan Pablo. You are a very deep thinking person and that's good, just remember to stop and smell the roses my dear blogger amigo.:)
By the way, stop by my blog to visit my Dia de Los Muertos post. Take care.
Mysterg hit the nail on the head. For me, college was one of the most fun times in my life. Not the party or the football, (I was a married student with a child so didn't party that much.) but the world of knowledge and interesting people that were suddenly available to me. You're going to love it.
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