Laurels In The Wind
Laurels In The Wind
I took on a path
Trodden by flowers and thorns alike
The journey was tiresome and much more
Touched by memories, sweet and sour
The walk goes on and on
Is it pleasure, peace, or riches I should seek?
I asked a fellow traveler
Whatever you desire may present itself
As a fresh wreath of laurels, solemn and august
Laid ahead of thee
The closer you get, the further it moves
Away from thy sight
As if caught by some wind in a frolic
Entire lives are spent or wasted maybe
Chasing the laurels in the wind