no one is happier than the village idiot's blog: "My Writing"

Wandering Feet

by john p reed

2008.01.08

A life of false-starts excused
as exploring the many paths to myself.

Direction-less, wandering feet carried me
everywhere but where I wanted to go.

Searching for the warmth of the nest,
I traveled into the depths of me.

Decrying myself I recoiled
from the solitude I saw there.

The simple truth is that in the end
I am, and always will be, alone.

I laugh at my self-deception and, I think
I understand God just a little bit more.