i follow the path down , down i go into the depths of me i didn’t know existed. how can i be sure this is my path of destiny and not that of the deviant devil? wishing and praying to lead me astray from ME and Me alone.
Jesse
the path is narrow, and it is said that it is numerous. I’m not sure though. maybe all these paths are just the same, a single convergent entity that we foolishly believe branches into some all encompassing tree of ways.
But what if there is only one way? One valid way, a tree with only a center shaft and no branches. No other paths.
Ahmed Haque
The road. The way. The existence of all that one accomplishes or experiences during their time. Choices. Like a winding path. The explanation of certain contexts in our lives. Ever expanding. Like a universe. Like the enlightenment. A learning state. A way of teaching. The question. The life. All the questions that plague us are championed. Stumbling along the way. But always following. The path.
C.L. Gregg
open to anyone who wants to journey through life in an way that is set. no strings attached, just a life of ease the life you’ve always dreamed of but never thought you’d achieve.
thomas
the path was difficult, but with a little bit of perserverance, she knew she’d make it through. the obstacles she came across on her path varied far and in between. each one a little test, pushing her a little farther to break, but oh, the feeling after overcoming one of those obstacles, was like nothing she’d ever felt before. she could only imagine the end.
kristin
how can this be one word when it is two. completely unfinished text that makes me wonder why is it covered up on the bottom or who erased the bottom or why didnt the bottom get finished I dont know why these websites are made maybe you have enough time to come help with my pile of laundry
Jami
follow green lit places leading towards a beautiful forest with mossy trees and streams of light. there is a small space for walking and the trees hang over the top
Luke
Karma is a path chosen before. Knowing this is my caution, my weapon and my salve.
Maura Marini Shumake
the path to my life is lost in the abyss of nothingness it is all i see. When the path crosses with another person’s path then we will see what we were meant to be. it is in this path that we find ourselves our lives our hopes and dreams
anonymous
I have taken this path. This path has taken me. Where am I now? I have no idea. I only have sixty seconds and I don’t know where I am. What am I doing? Who do I love? What paths will my life take and where will I end up. I don’t know. The paths before me are vague.
Meghan
The path is never chosen for you. Some people think this way. They tell you that god has a plan for all of us, and he has given us a path to follow. Well I think that is messed up. If he gives man free will, then how can he have a plan? Is he constantly adapting and altering his plan as we go?
zack conley
somthing leading to somewhere, a direction. a purpose in life, somting beautiful with prevalence and purpose. the ever present goals of life.
the light at the end of the tunnel.
Mike
there was a huge path down the road. WHich way would It go no one knows. if it split in the middle it could go one way or the other
Renee
I do hope that I have chosen the right path
A while back the path diverged…
And I chose this path…
I do recall now thinking the other path easier
But I chose this path and I am stuck on it
But is it the right one?
Nick Matherne
Ren chooses looks down the road, then at Roy.
“Ren… I’m sorry.” he whispers. “But this is where we have to choose seprate paths…”
“Roy…” Ren says quietly. “I-” A breif wind silences her, and Roy quickely walks the other way.
Rachell Jennings
there is a path in the darkness that leads to the light. there is no running from it just something you have to take. Journey along the way and just enjoy what you see. Take in all you can and learn anything you can. things will always become brighter and more peaceful the moment you walk in.
Diana Litke
the path is a long one, but traveller, beware. This path is no ordinary path. It is filled with deceptions, and truths that are not self evident. Traveller beware… This path, is a dangerous one.
Beth
the path was long and narrow. it was made of dirt and stone. not many peopole traveled down the path, but it was very popular nontheless. Everyone who went down it was given good luck. No one knows how hte path came to be, or who made it, but everyone knows its special. The end of the path is at a nice shallow lake full of fish. people walk to hte lake and enjoy the path.
Brandon
there was a road on a the streeet but nothing alike the place i came from; it was somewhere deep in a forest along a river bank, outlined with beds of pink roses, beautiful dandi’s and a bunch of purple and bright blue tulips.
this is a place i like to call enlightment, a path. it was a path to love
Verna Derna
I stand here alone, and wonder where you are. Do you miss me? Do you want me? I sit here and look down that long path. The one that leads to you, and I start questioning myself again. Will you want to see me? Do you still need me? What if you’re not there? But I have no choice, ‘cuz in the end it all amounts to the same thing; I can’t live without you. So I take a step in your direction, down the path to my demise, and I wonder when I’ll see you again, for the last time.
Manon
There once was this path. It looked nice. The scenery was lovely. I walked down the path. It turns out that it lead me nowhere. I Wasn’t back where I started, and I wasn’t where I thought I would be. I fell off the face of existence
Joe
the path is always clear, at least as much as it needs to be. Not everything is for thinking. Paths i bet, are not for thinking about.
Jack Fletcher
it’s what we purposley avoided.
it seems that our delicate dreams aren’t built
for rough pavement, sorry.
Liz
The path that I walk upon is neither sturdy nor straight, but I refuse to turn around. I hope there is a light at the end of that path. I’m glad I walked it anyway.
Kerry
it is a road yipee, go down the path and meet a cave with big roaring monsters that kill you! How pleasing!
Other paths contain violent traffic jams that may blow your top. (hehe traffic jams.)Paths are cool!
Dyang
I’m on it – well, I think I am. But I don’t where I am going or if I’m going where I should be. Where is it taking me? No clue – but I’m on my way.
diane
Paths are what you follow to get to a certain destination, be it physical or mental. I can’t really think right this second. I feel like I’m being tricked, as i’ve never used this website before. We’ll see… I have to pee really badly too. Too much water with dinner…
Phil
one path I can take or is it two. Is it that I see one and you see two? Look quick at the path before you. Is it of gravel or is it sand? Can you choose which one you take or do you just go one which ever one is planed? Who is to say the one before you is the only way, the one less traveled, if you can find it may hold a destiny you have yet to fathom. Go on, path finder, go on. My legs are too weak to run with you any longer
Kerry
The path wound through the woods, starting just inside the border of the trees, it meandered past a small lake and towards the forgotten whitewashed gazebo in the distance, almost hidden by the hanging roses and ivy. The air, heavy with their fragrance and softly falling petals.
Maleena
The path not chosen is something that a person always wonders about. What if I had gone to a college in another city and decided to complete my bachelor’s degree instead of opting for Technical school. Where would my path have taken me? Why not to Lake Michigan where I could have learned to sail while working in my first full time job. How I would have loved being on the big lake and being closer to everything in Green Bay! Maybe I would have been an environmental specialist or a naturalist.
Donna Kazan
path
its like something we walk on but it could be physical and metaphorical
like the path that someone takes in college, as in their field of study
it could also be like the path of good or bad, the path of riteousness or the path of mischief.
a path could also be just a paved road or a walkway where the grass has worn
christian
we each take our own path in life. most take the easy but few take the hard which also is much more rewarding.
I hope one day I will look back and have no regrets about the path I have chosen which is to follow Christ.
I also hope to influence a
Connie
furrowing my brow, I pushed through the bracken. ivy hung in wreaths above my head, it was so dark. my feet tread on the gravel and the drying sticks carefully, slowly. was there a path? I hoped there would be. three years of walking. no point in following.
Rubio
i’m not thinking. this is where i’m going. i don’t understand where anything is, at the moment, and i don’t know anything more than anything left. i think my future is okay, i think my future is shit, i don’t know my future. i don’t know if i have a future. ten years and i’m a millionaire or dead on the street, whatever. does it matter? does it matter? or am i going backwards?
lizz
it leads to nowhere. wow that was depressing. let me start again. i think it really leads to s
matt
Blood twisted along in a trail, creating a path for the small black tomcat to follow. His whiskers twitched, and he felt around to feel it, though he could already tell by the sticky, frightening smell that it was there. The metallic scent made his nose twitched, and made him visibly wince, though he couldn’t feel himself do so. He just hoped he did.
He lashed his long, feathery white tail, and continued along the path of blood, wincing every so often as his paw began to act up.
Kaze
A path, to where? I didn’t know. I just followed. I just followed followed followed until I could not any more. I could not, would not go any more. It didn’t lead anywhere, I reasoned, so why keep going? Why keep going. I listened for a direction, a left right forward, a deviation away. But found nothing. Not even a tiny redirection.
Julia
Some days I wonder where the path of life will lead me. I know that it heads straight to God but what will I see on the way. Will I make friends? will I acheive something great? I dont know but I know that I will nver stray from my path
Andi
in between the good & the bad. something chosen is hard to take away. beginning to fell the wrath of my own judgement, spiked like a stiff drink.
rawkous
the path
the path to the future is crowded with…
shit I think
I would like to go forward but I don’t think I can.
I wish I could
roadblocks that wont stop
there is no forward place
there is no forward place
i follow the path down , down i go into the depths of me i didn’t know existed. how can i be sure this is my path of destiny and not that of the deviant devil? wishing and praying to lead me astray from ME and Me alone.
the path is narrow, and it is said that it is numerous. I’m not sure though. maybe all these paths are just the same, a single convergent entity that we foolishly believe branches into some all encompassing tree of ways.
But what if there is only one way? One valid way, a tree with only a center shaft and no branches. No other paths.
The road. The way. The existence of all that one accomplishes or experiences during their time. Choices. Like a winding path. The explanation of certain contexts in our lives. Ever expanding. Like a universe. Like the enlightenment. A learning state. A way of teaching. The question. The life. All the questions that plague us are championed. Stumbling along the way. But always following. The path.
open to anyone who wants to journey through life in an way that is set. no strings attached, just a life of ease the life you’ve always dreamed of but never thought you’d achieve.
the path was difficult, but with a little bit of perserverance, she knew she’d make it through. the obstacles she came across on her path varied far and in between. each one a little test, pushing her a little farther to break, but oh, the feeling after overcoming one of those obstacles, was like nothing she’d ever felt before. she could only imagine the end.
how can this be one word when it is two. completely unfinished text that makes me wonder why is it covered up on the bottom or who erased the bottom or why didnt the bottom get finished I dont know why these websites are made maybe you have enough time to come help with my pile of laundry
follow green lit places leading towards a beautiful forest with mossy trees and streams of light. there is a small space for walking and the trees hang over the top
Karma is a path chosen before. Knowing this is my caution, my weapon and my salve.
the path to my life is lost in the abyss of nothingness it is all i see. When the path crosses with another person’s path then we will see what we were meant to be. it is in this path that we find ourselves our lives our hopes and dreams
I have taken this path. This path has taken me. Where am I now? I have no idea. I only have sixty seconds and I don’t know where I am. What am I doing? Who do I love? What paths will my life take and where will I end up. I don’t know. The paths before me are vague.
The path is never chosen for you. Some people think this way. They tell you that god has a plan for all of us, and he has given us a path to follow. Well I think that is messed up. If he gives man free will, then how can he have a plan? Is he constantly adapting and altering his plan as we go?
somthing leading to somewhere, a direction. a purpose in life, somting beautiful with prevalence and purpose. the ever present goals of life.
the light at the end of the tunnel.
there was a huge path down the road. WHich way would It go no one knows. if it split in the middle it could go one way or the other
I do hope that I have chosen the right path
A while back the path diverged…
And I chose this path…
I do recall now thinking the other path easier
But I chose this path and I am stuck on it
But is it the right one?
Ren chooses looks down the road, then at Roy.
“Ren… I’m sorry.” he whispers. “But this is where we have to choose seprate paths…”
“Roy…” Ren says quietly. “I-” A breif wind silences her, and Roy quickely walks the other way.
there is a path in the darkness that leads to the light. there is no running from it just something you have to take. Journey along the way and just enjoy what you see. Take in all you can and learn anything you can. things will always become brighter and more peaceful the moment you walk in.
the path is a long one, but traveller, beware. This path is no ordinary path. It is filled with deceptions, and truths that are not self evident. Traveller beware… This path, is a dangerous one.
the path was long and narrow. it was made of dirt and stone. not many peopole traveled down the path, but it was very popular nontheless. Everyone who went down it was given good luck. No one knows how hte path came to be, or who made it, but everyone knows its special. The end of the path is at a nice shallow lake full of fish. people walk to hte lake and enjoy the path.
there was a road on a the streeet but nothing alike the place i came from; it was somewhere deep in a forest along a river bank, outlined with beds of pink roses, beautiful dandi’s and a bunch of purple and bright blue tulips.
this is a place i like to call enlightment, a path. it was a path to love
I stand here alone, and wonder where you are. Do you miss me? Do you want me? I sit here and look down that long path. The one that leads to you, and I start questioning myself again. Will you want to see me? Do you still need me? What if you’re not there? But I have no choice, ‘cuz in the end it all amounts to the same thing; I can’t live without you. So I take a step in your direction, down the path to my demise, and I wonder when I’ll see you again, for the last time.
There once was this path. It looked nice. The scenery was lovely. I walked down the path. It turns out that it lead me nowhere. I Wasn’t back where I started, and I wasn’t where I thought I would be. I fell off the face of existence
the path is always clear, at least as much as it needs to be. Not everything is for thinking. Paths i bet, are not for thinking about.
it’s what we purposley avoided.
it seems that our delicate dreams aren’t built
for rough pavement, sorry.
The path that I walk upon is neither sturdy nor straight, but I refuse to turn around. I hope there is a light at the end of that path. I’m glad I walked it anyway.
it is a road yipee, go down the path and meet a cave with big roaring monsters that kill you! How pleasing!
Other paths contain violent traffic jams that may blow your top. (hehe traffic jams.)Paths are cool!
I’m on it – well, I think I am. But I don’t where I am going or if I’m going where I should be. Where is it taking me? No clue – but I’m on my way.
Paths are what you follow to get to a certain destination, be it physical or mental. I can’t really think right this second. I feel like I’m being tricked, as i’ve never used this website before. We’ll see… I have to pee really badly too. Too much water with dinner…
one path I can take or is it two. Is it that I see one and you see two? Look quick at the path before you. Is it of gravel or is it sand? Can you choose which one you take or do you just go one which ever one is planed? Who is to say the one before you is the only way, the one less traveled, if you can find it may hold a destiny you have yet to fathom. Go on, path finder, go on. My legs are too weak to run with you any longer
The path wound through the woods, starting just inside the border of the trees, it meandered past a small lake and towards the forgotten whitewashed gazebo in the distance, almost hidden by the hanging roses and ivy. The air, heavy with their fragrance and softly falling petals.
The path not chosen is something that a person always wonders about. What if I had gone to a college in another city and decided to complete my bachelor’s degree instead of opting for Technical school. Where would my path have taken me? Why not to Lake Michigan where I could have learned to sail while working in my first full time job. How I would have loved being on the big lake and being closer to everything in Green Bay! Maybe I would have been an environmental specialist or a naturalist.
path
its like something we walk on but it could be physical and metaphorical
like the path that someone takes in college, as in their field of study
it could also be like the path of good or bad, the path of riteousness or the path of mischief.
a path could also be just a paved road or a walkway where the grass has worn
we each take our own path in life. most take the easy but few take the hard which also is much more rewarding.
I hope one day I will look back and have no regrets about the path I have chosen which is to follow Christ.
I also hope to influence a
furrowing my brow, I pushed through the bracken. ivy hung in wreaths above my head, it was so dark. my feet tread on the gravel and the drying sticks carefully, slowly. was there a path? I hoped there would be. three years of walking. no point in following.
i’m not thinking. this is where i’m going. i don’t understand where anything is, at the moment, and i don’t know anything more than anything left. i think my future is okay, i think my future is shit, i don’t know my future. i don’t know if i have a future. ten years and i’m a millionaire or dead on the street, whatever. does it matter? does it matter? or am i going backwards?
it leads to nowhere. wow that was depressing. let me start again. i think it really leads to s
Blood twisted along in a trail, creating a path for the small black tomcat to follow. His whiskers twitched, and he felt around to feel it, though he could already tell by the sticky, frightening smell that it was there. The metallic scent made his nose twitched, and made him visibly wince, though he couldn’t feel himself do so. He just hoped he did.
He lashed his long, feathery white tail, and continued along the path of blood, wincing every so often as his paw began to act up.
A path, to where? I didn’t know. I just followed. I just followed followed followed until I could not any more. I could not, would not go any more. It didn’t lead anywhere, I reasoned, so why keep going? Why keep going. I listened for a direction, a left right forward, a deviation away. But found nothing. Not even a tiny redirection.
Some days I wonder where the path of life will lead me. I know that it heads straight to God but what will I see on the way. Will I make friends? will I acheive something great? I dont know but I know that I will nver stray from my path
in between the good & the bad. something chosen is hard to take away. beginning to fell the wrath of my own judgement, spiked like a stiff drink.
the path
the path to the future is crowded with…
shit I think
I would like to go forward but I don’t think I can.
I wish I could
roadblocks that wont stop
there is no forward place
there is no forward place