Journey
Journey Here we sit, waiting for time always in line. There is no end, only the journey. Where we stand, we’re never sure, so insecure. And in the end, only the journey. There we go; working, trying, hoping, sighing. But in the end, only the journey. How we walk; all four, two, three, and some on knee. Yet in the end, only the journey. Who we meet alters the way we see each day. But in the en..
2007. 4. 8.