My Way Published January 22, 2018 by suprusr 0 One goes in straightforward ways, One in a circle roams: Waits for a girl of his gone days, Or for returning home. But I do go — and woe is there — By a way nor straight, nor broad, But into never and nowhere, Like trains — off the railroad. Related posts: One Goes In Straightforward Ways Requiem To Fall Ill As One Should, Deliriously But Listen, I Am Warning You suprusr Published in Poems
