Direction of Travel

A poem for this state of confusion

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: guilherme-pavan Marilia via photopin(license)

You lead me up
You lead me down,
In and out of the shadows
Dancing round and round.

You’re like the fox gone to ground
And I’m like the hound chasing my tail.
Dazed and confused, gone to hell.
Never knowing which direction you’ll travel.
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 3 May 2017

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