The Path

This was a poem I wrote sometime last year.. I'm not even sure what I think of it myself, or what exactly I was trying to say. But, here it is. Feel free to leave me a comment to let me know what you think.

Life is a road.
And we all walk it's path.
It is a rough journey,
Filled with wonder, friends, and love.

As you continue walking,
You start to acknowledge more.
You see beyond the plain and simple....
You see birds soaring gracefully above,
But you may also see the demons.

You begin collecting flowers as you venture,
They are your breath of fresh air,
They are what make you happy.
But most of all they are what keep you going..
their simple beauty,
And their beautiful colours.

Eventually you come across stones.
At first they seem harmless,
Perhaps more intriguing than the flowers.

You will soon become weighed down,
One stone at a time.

Years go by, with your pockets filled.
So you begin to throw the stones away,
Trying to rid of your problems.
And now the only thing remaining is a flower.

You keep it close to you,
For years upon years.

And in the end
You realize,
The stones only weighed you down,
And the flower withered and died.

And the only thing that kept you from your dreams,
Was a sign which read 'Dead End'