through the woods where we used to run. The one dad took to work at the post office every day for 25 years. Watch out for moose!
Jennifer
This is a word i have been thinking about. I have been learning spainish and el camino is the path. its a word I have heard in cars and on apartment complexes before. I just heard it in a song on world music kut ,” en este camino”
stuart
path to the road was dark and empty. the girl stood by the edge thinking to herself. no one there to see her, no one there to listen to her. she was alone now–every one had deserted her.
had the path led to her loneliness? destruction? insanity? the path that all told her to follow had followed her…would follow her in her death
ananonymous
the path i follow is God’s path. Paths can lead you in different directions. Everyone, in some time must choose their path. Path’s can lead you to truth or to lie. The never ending world battle is truth vs. lie. Is your path leading you to Truth, or are you following a lie? Not choosing a path is choosing a path. Not siding leads you towards lie. What is your Truth?
Stephanie
The path in front of me stretched long and winding. There was no way I was going to make it in this condition. Alone and sad; crushed and broken. I’m losing my way.
Heaven
where are we? what path are we on? does any of this really make any sense… i dont ever know where i am or where im going .. i guess we all dont… we just go… we just keep going… and then one day thats it… we’re gone… we just………….
diana
We have one going down our garden but is that really all a path is? we have pathways in our life. some we take daily, some we take once in a while and some remain un-walked. walk the path you woudn’t normally choose. it could be fun!
Advancedflea
I was walking along a path…a road diverged in a yellow wood. I didn’t know which way to go, which way to go, who to choose, what path? Whose path? My path or those around me? Why are these different people on my path? I never know which one to take, the really easy way out, waiting tables doing nothing, or work hard at life. Move up in the world. Make money, lots of money. What to do? TOo much to decide.
Jessi
I followed the path down a windy road. I didn’t know where it was heading, North, South, East or West. But at this point it didn’t matter. All that mattered was to keep going. To leave where ever I had been.
Meaghan
On a path I walk ….where the path leads I do not know…I walk in faith….I walk in grace….I walk in hope….I walk in uncertainty and yet walk with confidence. The path of life is undecidely unknown as to it’s end.
lisa
the path is far…near lightning, thunder…around the way little mary fay, went one day then ran away…
do what you will but do what you will willing ly… question authority, questions authority think for yourself.. question authority. lutenent welcome home.
pass on the good for the good soles get better and the bad sols have fun… good to have you back, where did you go? Oh wasn’t that a trip! behind the barn me and a ball of yarn came hopping along as the spider felt forlorn!!!!
D. Motta
I don’t know what path my life is leading me on. My birthday is next week and it’s hitting me like a ton of bricks what time I’ve wasted. I’ve led a path of “what if’s”.
Sara
path to peace is God while the path to frustration is simply the absence of God
Tony
Where is my path leading me? I need to follow the path less traveled. I’ll follow the path leading to God.
Nicci
i folllow the path up the long winding hill and it suddenly stops at the edge of the cliff no more direction. i have nowhere to go should i turn back and follow the path to where i had come from or should i jump off and fly and forge my own path in the nothingless that is the sky. directions no longer matter. but i am torn. past or future. the choice is mine but which shall i follow. i am torn with the past i love it but i take the first step and off i go. i make my own path.
catie
One word behind a mountain peeking around a curtain, just a peek of an idea forming behind a scrim. Cloud, covered, clues. Wherever the word is, its meaning is never fully exposed.
Complex.
Conundrum.
Annie
I walk a lonely path throuhg this life that i don not know I wish I had a fellow to follow me here I have not yet known the warmth of the hearth on my desolate journey I wish to find the end of this path and move on to the next to make
Tim
path. Each man must make his own path. Straying path is doing worng,but at the same time we’re told to blaze ahead and create new paths! Why do what everyone else wants you to do when everyone else also says to “make new paths, blaze new trails? I don’t understand how contradictory people can be. Why do I have to do what they want?
Kevin
The analogy of the path has multiple applications. In its most simple form it can be the application of the physical entitiy of the path, but more literally it can apply to the creation of the direction of life, in as much now as the analogy of the river, or the road movie. Quite the oposite of the
jonathan
Sometimes you choose the right path sometimes you dont, Sometimes you go down a path and there is a scaryu man there and he kills you and it is bad sometimes you find something awesome like the man of you dreams and sometimes tyou realize this is the same path
Michelle
The path of righteousness is long and hard. The path I travel is soft and light by comparison.
Jenny Edwards
There was a dirt path winding through a wooded are. I wanted to take it, but I was in a hurry to get to class so I continued on my jog down the sidewalk. I wish I had more time to take the path less traveled.
Samantha
Follow the path that seems challenging because the easy one will always be a delusion. A delusion that will lead you to the village of nowhere where people are eaten and no one thinks anything of it because no one sees it happen and didn’t really like them anyway and won’t remember them tomorrow. A land of mindless, following the party line, whoever runs that, and not thinking for themselves. A land of the hopeless who do not know they are lied to about hope. Paths to the center are seldom easy, remember; My friend, you are not alone.
Emily Selden
the path i chose is unbroken, though blind. days go by, winding down a path unforeseen to a common man.
it is not the path that defines, its how i react to it.
Dan
The path was long and dark, and he didn’t know where to go. He proceeded down the path, bumping into things here and there before reaching the end. All of the sudden, he realized the true secret to the path: The end led to another. And this is how life is, path after path after path.
James
the path can lead you many places yet where u may not know dont stop and end your jourrney but continue on if you stop for but a secound your life will lose that opertunity
kyle lemieux
the path can lead you many places yet where u may not know dont stop and end your jourrney but continue on if you stop for but a secound your life will lose that opertunity
kyle lemieux
The path that you walk on, should take you to the destination you are meant to be it. God has a path for me. For everyone. I believe that there is a set path and everything happens for a reason.
Emily Blackwood
the path that i have chosen is my own. everything that happens from now is my fault. maybe fault is not quite what i mean. well, its my doing. i did this. my path may make me cry. it may make me swoon. either way. its mine.
tim
the path less taken, the path considered, the path never known. These are all the things one thinks about long later, further along, when looking back is the only option left. It is with surprise that only then are these options clear, never when they are before you. huh!
emh
Life is all about paths, finding the right one, walking upon the wrong one. Deciding which one to take. Everyday, you come across a path. Whether it be physically or mentally. Which path will you take?
The one
I followed it and it lead me to this meadow, you were sitting smack in the middle of it, the sun was bright and the breeze was cool, everything was fresh, alive. I looked into your eyes and i saw you smile, i fell. so so hard.
Stephany
“Path me the bottle,” Paul said. His lisp was irritating when we first met but now it was his signature. Everyone knew who you were talking about when you said, “You know Paul! The one with the lisp.” That and his alcoholic tendencies were a pretty large part of his reputation. If they didn’t know him by his lisp, they surely would know him by his keggers or close calls with the police. When I told Paul I thought he should consider a rehabilitation program he never spoke to me again.
Lyn
the path was rough and narrow,
yet the carriage continued along it.
faster, and faster it went,
eager to reach its destiny.
it crossed on last hill and reached a dark castle.
forebodeing.
of what would now be the rest of your life.
elliot
I don’t know where it leads, so you of course have to check it out and see what mystery will result. Following paths can be safe because they are already laid out, but risky if you don’t know where it leads! Paths are laid out because Americans are scared to make them on their own.
Nikki
The path to ecstasy, to salvation lies within oneself. To truly be happy and on the path to enlightenment, one must be tolerant and open to the views of others while maintaining his or her own expanding philosophy.
Bre
There is a path.
It is in front of me as i lie here…
Is it in my mind?
This path has but one trail…
An i don;t know weather to follow it
or turn the other way
or sit here and wait…
ashley tasker
I walk down them sometimes when I am intending to get to the place that it leads, or away form it, one or the other, unless I want to stray from it, then I disregard them all together. Or plant some flowers by it. for others who do want to use it.
Katy
a pathway to find what you love. to lead you to your life. the way its meant to be. love your life. take your path and fly.
through the woods where we used to run. The one dad took to work at the post office every day for 25 years. Watch out for moose!
This is a word i have been thinking about. I have been learning spainish and el camino is the path. its a word I have heard in cars and on apartment complexes before. I just heard it in a song on world music kut ,” en este camino”
path to the road was dark and empty. the girl stood by the edge thinking to herself. no one there to see her, no one there to listen to her. she was alone now–every one had deserted her.
had the path led to her loneliness? destruction? insanity? the path that all told her to follow had followed her…would follow her in her death
the path i follow is God’s path. Paths can lead you in different directions. Everyone, in some time must choose their path. Path’s can lead you to truth or to lie. The never ending world battle is truth vs. lie. Is your path leading you to Truth, or are you following a lie? Not choosing a path is choosing a path. Not siding leads you towards lie. What is your Truth?
The path in front of me stretched long and winding. There was no way I was going to make it in this condition. Alone and sad; crushed and broken. I’m losing my way.
where are we? what path are we on? does any of this really make any sense… i dont ever know where i am or where im going .. i guess we all dont… we just go… we just keep going… and then one day thats it… we’re gone… we just………….
We have one going down our garden but is that really all a path is? we have pathways in our life. some we take daily, some we take once in a while and some remain un-walked. walk the path you woudn’t normally choose. it could be fun!
I was walking along a path…a road diverged in a yellow wood. I didn’t know which way to go, which way to go, who to choose, what path? Whose path? My path or those around me? Why are these different people on my path? I never know which one to take, the really easy way out, waiting tables doing nothing, or work hard at life. Move up in the world. Make money, lots of money. What to do? TOo much to decide.
I followed the path down a windy road. I didn’t know where it was heading, North, South, East or West. But at this point it didn’t matter. All that mattered was to keep going. To leave where ever I had been.
On a path I walk ….where the path leads I do not know…I walk in faith….I walk in grace….I walk in hope….I walk in uncertainty and yet walk with confidence. The path of life is undecidely unknown as to it’s end.
the path is far…near lightning, thunder…around the way little mary fay, went one day then ran away…
do what you will but do what you will willing ly… question authority, questions authority think for yourself.. question authority. lutenent welcome home.
pass on the good for the good soles get better and the bad sols have fun… good to have you back, where did you go? Oh wasn’t that a trip! behind the barn me and a ball of yarn came hopping along as the spider felt forlorn!!!!
I don’t know what path my life is leading me on. My birthday is next week and it’s hitting me like a ton of bricks what time I’ve wasted. I’ve led a path of “what if’s”.
path to peace is God while the path to frustration is simply the absence of God
Where is my path leading me? I need to follow the path less traveled. I’ll follow the path leading to God.
i folllow the path up the long winding hill and it suddenly stops at the edge of the cliff no more direction. i have nowhere to go should i turn back and follow the path to where i had come from or should i jump off and fly and forge my own path in the nothingless that is the sky. directions no longer matter. but i am torn. past or future. the choice is mine but which shall i follow. i am torn with the past i love it but i take the first step and off i go. i make my own path.
One word behind a mountain peeking around a curtain, just a peek of an idea forming behind a scrim. Cloud, covered, clues. Wherever the word is, its meaning is never fully exposed.
Complex.
Conundrum.
I walk a lonely path throuhg this life that i don not know I wish I had a fellow to follow me here I have not yet known the warmth of the hearth on my desolate journey I wish to find the end of this path and move on to the next to make
path. Each man must make his own path. Straying path is doing worng,but at the same time we’re told to blaze ahead and create new paths! Why do what everyone else wants you to do when everyone else also says to “make new paths, blaze new trails? I don’t understand how contradictory people can be. Why do I have to do what they want?
The analogy of the path has multiple applications. In its most simple form it can be the application of the physical entitiy of the path, but more literally it can apply to the creation of the direction of life, in as much now as the analogy of the river, or the road movie. Quite the oposite of the
Sometimes you choose the right path sometimes you dont, Sometimes you go down a path and there is a scaryu man there and he kills you and it is bad sometimes you find something awesome like the man of you dreams and sometimes tyou realize this is the same path
The path of righteousness is long and hard. The path I travel is soft and light by comparison.
There was a dirt path winding through a wooded are. I wanted to take it, but I was in a hurry to get to class so I continued on my jog down the sidewalk. I wish I had more time to take the path less traveled.
Follow the path that seems challenging because the easy one will always be a delusion. A delusion that will lead you to the village of nowhere where people are eaten and no one thinks anything of it because no one sees it happen and didn’t really like them anyway and won’t remember them tomorrow. A land of mindless, following the party line, whoever runs that, and not thinking for themselves. A land of the hopeless who do not know they are lied to about hope. Paths to the center are seldom easy, remember; My friend, you are not alone.
the path i chose is unbroken, though blind. days go by, winding down a path unforeseen to a common man.
it is not the path that defines, its how i react to it.
The path was long and dark, and he didn’t know where to go. He proceeded down the path, bumping into things here and there before reaching the end. All of the sudden, he realized the true secret to the path: The end led to another. And this is how life is, path after path after path.
the path can lead you many places yet where u may not know dont stop and end your jourrney but continue on if you stop for but a secound your life will lose that opertunity
the path can lead you many places yet where u may not know dont stop and end your jourrney but continue on if you stop for but a secound your life will lose that opertunity
The path that you walk on, should take you to the destination you are meant to be it. God has a path for me. For everyone. I believe that there is a set path and everything happens for a reason.
the path that i have chosen is my own. everything that happens from now is my fault. maybe fault is not quite what i mean. well, its my doing. i did this. my path may make me cry. it may make me swoon. either way. its mine.
the path less taken, the path considered, the path never known. These are all the things one thinks about long later, further along, when looking back is the only option left. It is with surprise that only then are these options clear, never when they are before you. huh!
Life is all about paths, finding the right one, walking upon the wrong one. Deciding which one to take. Everyday, you come across a path. Whether it be physically or mentally. Which path will you take?
I followed it and it lead me to this meadow, you were sitting smack in the middle of it, the sun was bright and the breeze was cool, everything was fresh, alive. I looked into your eyes and i saw you smile, i fell. so so hard.
“Path me the bottle,” Paul said. His lisp was irritating when we first met but now it was his signature. Everyone knew who you were talking about when you said, “You know Paul! The one with the lisp.” That and his alcoholic tendencies were a pretty large part of his reputation. If they didn’t know him by his lisp, they surely would know him by his keggers or close calls with the police. When I told Paul I thought he should consider a rehabilitation program he never spoke to me again.
the path was rough and narrow,
yet the carriage continued along it.
faster, and faster it went,
eager to reach its destiny.
it crossed on last hill and reached a dark castle.
forebodeing.
of what would now be the rest of your life.
I don’t know where it leads, so you of course have to check it out and see what mystery will result. Following paths can be safe because they are already laid out, but risky if you don’t know where it leads! Paths are laid out because Americans are scared to make them on their own.
The path to ecstasy, to salvation lies within oneself. To truly be happy and on the path to enlightenment, one must be tolerant and open to the views of others while maintaining his or her own expanding philosophy.
There is a path.
It is in front of me as i lie here…
Is it in my mind?
This path has but one trail…
An i don;t know weather to follow it
or turn the other way
or sit here and wait…
I walk down them sometimes when I am intending to get to the place that it leads, or away form it, one or the other, unless I want to stray from it, then I disregard them all together. Or plant some flowers by it. for others who do want to use it.
a pathway to find what you love. to lead you to your life. the way its meant to be. love your life. take your path and fly.
I don’t get it. Did I go down the wrong path?