An Unopened Book
You Will Arrive
You say you take your time.
Yet you complain about it running out.
You live life in the fast lane,
your the first to hit the red light.
You pass by the gardens,
did you even notice;
the roses growing there.
You say your life is an adventure,
yet you hesitate leaving the front door.
A glass of water is your beverege,
To scared of anything else to drink.
How are you living your life this way,
Slow down take it slow,
you will arrive when its time.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D.Cody Herring
Yet you complain about it running out.
You live life in the fast lane,
your the first to hit the red light.
You pass by the gardens,
did you even notice;
the roses growing there.
You say your life is an adventure,
yet you hesitate leaving the front door.
A glass of water is your beverege,
To scared of anything else to drink.
How are you living your life this way,
Slow down take it slow,
you will arrive when its time.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D.Cody Herring
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