take a path journey life wrong turn decisions rought ride goal end of trail guidance signs wander seek map everyone gets there the road ahead turn around intersection of life cross paths
sean m
path so many to take twists turns bends big and small :):):)
windy paths straight paths so many to take
on your own or together
joanne
its our world or is it????
sometimes i wonder and people day one world but is there just one ????
some many questions and not enough time :(:(:(
joannek
Twisting through the branches and undergrowth that seemed to pull Jamie further into the forest the path was finally clear to her. What an odd experience. She’d never forget her compass again.
Caty Zocco
The path down by the lake was overrun with weeds. He could smell wild garlic and had to hop quickly a few times to avoid being stung by nettles. He wondered, if he’d lived a thousand years before, if he’d have heard a swan singing about how her sister murdered her, or if he’d see Viking warriors counting their spoils on the shore. One day, he’d walk a new path, but today, he was content to walk his familiar one and remember those who’d walked it before him.
Nagi
the path to your heart is hard to find. i cannot say that i do not mind… cause the path to your heart i want to see so forever it could be just you and me.
solla
The path down to the windswept mansion was awash in autumnal leaves; yellow, red, brown, blurring and mixing together on the dew-bitten floor. The moon shone down like a lamp affixed to the sky, the stars scattered over the frosty overheaven twinkling in the cold of the night.
James
I walked down the dark path that would lead me to my fate. Trees of darkened shadows loomed above me, but I barely noticed them, I was so focused on what lay ahead.
Stephanie
The path in the garden led to a place I didn’t want to go, but she took my hand, gently, and guided me toward the dark space. I covered my eyes and put my trust in her.
Geoff Humphrey
journey
set destination
people to help you
new discoveries
new experiences
commitment
kaitie
we normally ride our bikes down the silver comet trail and follow the path that it leads
not knowing where it will go we just ride and admire the sights take in the fresh air and the nature
we look at the homes that we pass along the path and we have a great time, sometimes we rush and sometimes we ride slow and just talk.
jp
the path often followed is not always a path you ought to follow. granted, there is never a path that has never been taken. so you may as well pick your path regardless of what other people say about it. cause no matter how crazy or stupid you are, there has always been at least one other person just as crazy or stupid as you.
vamps
a path can be long or short. It can take you somewhere you want to be, or somewhere you don’t. It can be hard, or easy but it will definitely take you somewhere. Some people have a clear path in life, others don’t know where they will be from one day to the next.
CCR
everyone has their own path in life. we seek it but it will never show itself to us we just need to trust that it is there. we also have the problem of wanting everyone to follow our path, like religion and philosophy but that cant happen, we all have individual paths
devin
The path to peace is often described. But it is clear that there is no path to peace, peace is the path. not original but worth saying again.
jmcnrick
Path is a nasty-ass train system between Jersey and New York. Drunk, sleeping bastards and hookers. I’d rather walk…or swim to Manhattan.
chris
It is the way we go when we are not in our right minds. It can lead us anywhere but astary is the most exciting way to go. I wake up every morning and wonder what path my day will take and today I am writing about paths. Hmm.
Sandra
The path was yellow with treason I felt for the rain that day. Heartfelt I pained myself through the trees. Hmmm, I cannot seem to pull myself up and out. Over the rocky trail I heard voices. Something tinny like pine held me there.
Nicci C
i like paths, follow different ones and you get somewhere. i have chosen the unbeaten path ever since i graduated college. the shitty part is you can’t always get the money you want doing what you really love. and it takes hard work to finally get there. the one thing i remind myself is to keep myself on the ground. not making my dream something crazy.
jonathan
the bike path was full today.It was one of the last day’s of summer,and there were alot of people using the path.I like to use the path for roller blading
and such.
jeff
the way to go. the right way. a trail in the middle of a forest. a dirt road that not too many people know about. a road that is less traveled. a flatened area for walking, biking, or jogging.
Max
A thing that tells you where to go or something you make for yourself. You never have the same one as another person. They’re never easy and always filled with obsticles. Paths are mental, emotional, and physical. How do you choose yours?
Tori V
The path a man follows decides his destination. if you follow the right path you will end up in right destination, if you choose the wrong path you end up in trouble. So, choose you path in the correct
bharathan
you’ll follow it, and you won’t care where it leads you. But i’ll care, and no matter where you go, i’ll try and be there. for you. maybe not for her. but for you. that’s all i’ve ever wanted to do. follow you. be with you. have you. but i’ve got my own path to follow you tell me. i’ve got my own.
indy
Take the path less obvious–the one less traveled. There is where you’ll make new discoveries. You’ll awaken your sense to lush surroundings and ideas never thought of.
Jen M
The path to death is a short one. Jumping off a bridge will do it, or a gun to the temple. The end of the path is just hard asphalt.
kerouac2
El camino que llevaba hasta su casa era un tanto angosto, pero invitaba a caminar. Milagros queria recorrerlo y un poco intimidada daba pasos lentos hasta alli. Del otro lado estaba él, en la puerta, esperando para cubrirla de miradas y llenarla de adjetivos.
SofiaK
it wound around the woods, covered with golden leaves. bare in places and rocky in others I followed the twists until I saw the stars. no one else around me, i picked out the ones I knew and made my wish. A wind stirred the grasses and I heard an owl calling. Time to turn around.
Mary
path. now that’s interesting. I guess it makes me wonder what path I’m on. Am I on the right path? Did I take the path less traveled? Am I on the beaten path? Hard to say. Perhaps one day I’ll know, or at least have a better idea. My path here is nearly up, the bar is turning red.
ikark
there once was a path in a forest.
joceyn
destination unknown…tired…treading lightly so as not to scar the earth with footprints…the sound of footsteps, marching, dancing…trespass
J.Staples
This is the path, the road we choose, the life we lead. We walk upon it and sometimes we regret. We wish we had not chosen this path, but we cannot turn back. This path is winding and it seems never ending. We never know what’s coming.
Eunice
A path leads you down the garden. Honeysuckles and foxgloves line your way, as the early summer sun looks down benevolently, warming your shoulders. The trees ahead shade your way, but your feet know the path is true, and trust the way. You never stumble.
SH
I walked down the small trail for what seemed like two or three hours. I never saw much more than sticks in the way, fallen from trees on either side. I never saw any other animals, either, nor heard a bird nor even a breeze through the leaves.
Guerdis
hello
a big cat lives inside me
it mewls and purrs contentedly when i am angry
and roars when i am happy
how is an opposite of me l
snehith
A path is little place where you walk, sometimes it’s big, sometimes it’s small. Usually it’s small. But anyways, I saw a path the other day, actually. It was green and purple. Can you guess where I saw it? You might have.
Ida
the path led to the open door and Dave decided to walk up to it, he did with caution, wondering what would be at the otherside. As he turned the handle, dave felt a tension run through his hand, followed be a huge jolt of electricity.
kris
He was walking along the beaten path when he ran into her again. They hung out for awhile and then decided to go back to his house. They took the long path on the way back so that they could talk more. Upon arriving at his home they had some coffee and then started to watch a movie. During the movie he slowly started to kiss her and then they made love.
Stephanie
The path goes around and forward. I can get off or walk alongside it if I care to or follow it blindly or with eyes open wide. My path is not yours but they can overlap or entwine. Path this here and everywhere.
Enchilada
I’m slowly following a path that leads to a place I’m unsure of. The only motivation to follow this path is the fear of not knowing what my life would be without some sense of purpose. Would I just blow it? Would I fade away to nothing. I am nothing without my path. And I know nothing about my path.
take a path journey life wrong turn decisions rought ride goal end of trail guidance signs wander seek map everyone gets there the road ahead turn around intersection of life cross paths
path so many to take twists turns bends big and small :):):)
windy paths straight paths so many to take
on your own or together
its our world or is it????
sometimes i wonder and people day one world but is there just one ????
some many questions and not enough time :(:(:(
Twisting through the branches and undergrowth that seemed to pull Jamie further into the forest the path was finally clear to her. What an odd experience. She’d never forget her compass again.
The path down by the lake was overrun with weeds. He could smell wild garlic and had to hop quickly a few times to avoid being stung by nettles. He wondered, if he’d lived a thousand years before, if he’d have heard a swan singing about how her sister murdered her, or if he’d see Viking warriors counting their spoils on the shore. One day, he’d walk a new path, but today, he was content to walk his familiar one and remember those who’d walked it before him.
the path to your heart is hard to find. i cannot say that i do not mind… cause the path to your heart i want to see so forever it could be just you and me.
The path down to the windswept mansion was awash in autumnal leaves; yellow, red, brown, blurring and mixing together on the dew-bitten floor. The moon shone down like a lamp affixed to the sky, the stars scattered over the frosty overheaven twinkling in the cold of the night.
I walked down the dark path that would lead me to my fate. Trees of darkened shadows loomed above me, but I barely noticed them, I was so focused on what lay ahead.
The path in the garden led to a place I didn’t want to go, but she took my hand, gently, and guided me toward the dark space. I covered my eyes and put my trust in her.
journey
set destination
people to help you
new discoveries
new experiences
commitment
we normally ride our bikes down the silver comet trail and follow the path that it leads
not knowing where it will go we just ride and admire the sights take in the fresh air and the nature
we look at the homes that we pass along the path and we have a great time, sometimes we rush and sometimes we ride slow and just talk.
the path often followed is not always a path you ought to follow. granted, there is never a path that has never been taken. so you may as well pick your path regardless of what other people say about it. cause no matter how crazy or stupid you are, there has always been at least one other person just as crazy or stupid as you.
a path can be long or short. It can take you somewhere you want to be, or somewhere you don’t. It can be hard, or easy but it will definitely take you somewhere. Some people have a clear path in life, others don’t know where they will be from one day to the next.
everyone has their own path in life. we seek it but it will never show itself to us we just need to trust that it is there. we also have the problem of wanting everyone to follow our path, like religion and philosophy but that cant happen, we all have individual paths
The path to peace is often described. But it is clear that there is no path to peace, peace is the path. not original but worth saying again.
Path is a nasty-ass train system between Jersey and New York. Drunk, sleeping bastards and hookers. I’d rather walk…or swim to Manhattan.
It is the way we go when we are not in our right minds. It can lead us anywhere but astary is the most exciting way to go. I wake up every morning and wonder what path my day will take and today I am writing about paths. Hmm.
The path was yellow with treason I felt for the rain that day. Heartfelt I pained myself through the trees. Hmmm, I cannot seem to pull myself up and out. Over the rocky trail I heard voices. Something tinny like pine held me there.
i like paths, follow different ones and you get somewhere. i have chosen the unbeaten path ever since i graduated college. the shitty part is you can’t always get the money you want doing what you really love. and it takes hard work to finally get there. the one thing i remind myself is to keep myself on the ground. not making my dream something crazy.
the bike path was full today.It was one of the last day’s of summer,and there were alot of people using the path.I like to use the path for roller blading
and such.
the way to go. the right way. a trail in the middle of a forest. a dirt road that not too many people know about. a road that is less traveled. a flatened area for walking, biking, or jogging.
A thing that tells you where to go or something you make for yourself. You never have the same one as another person. They’re never easy and always filled with obsticles. Paths are mental, emotional, and physical. How do you choose yours?
The path a man follows decides his destination. if you follow the right path you will end up in right destination, if you choose the wrong path you end up in trouble. So, choose you path in the correct
you’ll follow it, and you won’t care where it leads you. But i’ll care, and no matter where you go, i’ll try and be there. for you. maybe not for her. but for you. that’s all i’ve ever wanted to do. follow you. be with you. have you. but i’ve got my own path to follow you tell me. i’ve got my own.
Take the path less obvious–the one less traveled. There is where you’ll make new discoveries. You’ll awaken your sense to lush surroundings and ideas never thought of.
The path to death is a short one. Jumping off a bridge will do it, or a gun to the temple. The end of the path is just hard asphalt.
El camino que llevaba hasta su casa era un tanto angosto, pero invitaba a caminar. Milagros queria recorrerlo y un poco intimidada daba pasos lentos hasta alli. Del otro lado estaba él, en la puerta, esperando para cubrirla de miradas y llenarla de adjetivos.
it wound around the woods, covered with golden leaves. bare in places and rocky in others I followed the twists until I saw the stars. no one else around me, i picked out the ones I knew and made my wish. A wind stirred the grasses and I heard an owl calling. Time to turn around.
path. now that’s interesting. I guess it makes me wonder what path I’m on. Am I on the right path? Did I take the path less traveled? Am I on the beaten path? Hard to say. Perhaps one day I’ll know, or at least have a better idea. My path here is nearly up, the bar is turning red.
there once was a path in a forest.
destination unknown…tired…treading lightly so as not to scar the earth with footprints…the sound of footsteps, marching, dancing…trespass
This is the path, the road we choose, the life we lead. We walk upon it and sometimes we regret. We wish we had not chosen this path, but we cannot turn back. This path is winding and it seems never ending. We never know what’s coming.
A path leads you down the garden. Honeysuckles and foxgloves line your way, as the early summer sun looks down benevolently, warming your shoulders. The trees ahead shade your way, but your feet know the path is true, and trust the way. You never stumble.
I walked down the small trail for what seemed like two or three hours. I never saw much more than sticks in the way, fallen from trees on either side. I never saw any other animals, either, nor heard a bird nor even a breeze through the leaves.
hello
a big cat lives inside me
it mewls and purrs contentedly when i am angry
and roars when i am happy
how is an opposite of me l
A path is little place where you walk, sometimes it’s big, sometimes it’s small. Usually it’s small. But anyways, I saw a path the other day, actually. It was green and purple. Can you guess where I saw it? You might have.
the path led to the open door and Dave decided to walk up to it, he did with caution, wondering what would be at the otherside. As he turned the handle, dave felt a tension run through his hand, followed be a huge jolt of electricity.
He was walking along the beaten path when he ran into her again. They hung out for awhile and then decided to go back to his house. They took the long path on the way back so that they could talk more. Upon arriving at his home they had some coffee and then started to watch a movie. During the movie he slowly started to kiss her and then they made love.
The path goes around and forward. I can get off or walk alongside it if I care to or follow it blindly or with eyes open wide. My path is not yours but they can overlap or entwine. Path this here and everywhere.
I’m slowly following a path that leads to a place I’m unsure of. The only motivation to follow this path is the fear of not knowing what my life would be without some sense of purpose. Would I just blow it? Would I fade away to nothing. I am nothing without my path. And I know nothing about my path.