A hundred million miles
Of white lines and winding blackness
Forty thousand million steps
Carrying him to the ends of the earth.
And he wonders
Through the clouds of fatigue
And the memories of miles
If he just kept walking
Walked into the endless darkness
And never returned
Would anyone see the mark he left
Or are people as interchangeable
As the clothes they wear
The words they speak
Their opinions
Their priorities and their beliefs.
And as he walks
The endless highway
He wonders
What the whole damn world is so afraid of.
That they’d sell their soul to the highest bidder
Risk their lives
Gamble it all for 15 minutes of fame
But when it all comes down to this.
And they’ve reached the point of no return
And all they’ve held onto for so long
Is gone and all they’re left with is the regrets
And the memories.
And that’s when they realise that
Maybe what they were looking for was there all along
That it’s not the destination but the journey
And they missed their lives
‘Cos they were so focused on the yesterdays
On the paychecks and the business suits
And climbing the corporate ladder.
That they didn’t see the todays.
The view from the top of the ladder ain’t so sweet
When there’s no one to catch you if you fall.
And he stops walking.
‘Cos he’s found what he’s looking for.
His today.
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Well I just had to read this poem, and I was not disappointed by it! You have managed to get in to the mind of the Hitch-hiker and portray his thoughts.
All the best,
~T.S~
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Excellent
Sixteen years old
You've a talent to reel off your thoughts in a great deal of depth... this was such a pleasureable read... I liked the way you've expressed your opinion on the life of a Hitch-Hiker vs present society... very thought provoking and well written… keep it up…
mina
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very good
despite your youth you are very talented poet and as you pointed out( though not in so many words)you can only live in the present make the most of it.
I would love to see your poetry put into rhyme
of which I know you are quite capable
(but then I am a biased rhyming poet of 83)
I would like you to read "Peter'S Girl"
I think you would like it Best Wishes for the future
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this has the potential to be an excellent write. The moral of the story speaks words of truth and it leaves food for the reader's mind. However may I suggest that you eliminate the "slang speech" -----"cos and ain't" just do not belong in poetry. Of course this is a personal opinion that I feel very strongly about [however I know that 90% of the readers on this site, as well as anyone that reads and or writes poetry does as well]I know that it is quite common among young adults to resort to such newfangled lingo, and it is okay I guess when speaking to each other etc [but poetry is and hopefully forever will remain a sort of classy art medium and as such does not leave room for such grammar I believe. In no way do I mean to insult you.......just wanted to share something with you that you might want to consider [especially since you seem to have the talent to write]
reenie
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Hi Thanks for the feedback. I've always been of the opinion that the language needs to be appropriate for the type of subject being explored. Given that the poem is the thoughts of a hitchiker, I thought the abbreviations were appropriate. I do agree that a lot of the time they aren't though.
Thanks!
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quite good...
...especially considering your age, I think your gifted, so keep up pumping those poems
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