The
road I took was already taken by many
My
compass was in my chest
And I
followed no one
For my
path came with no cost
To take
it
Alone
I kept my own time
And I made time for time
As all races come with a
pace
And brown eyes dream
Of promises
Of simple times
When paths cross
Before sunrise
I drank from the fountains
Of joy and grief
My palm folded, my eyes
open wide
With thirst a traveler
knows
When trains leave
And poems become
Simple
Words
The road I took was
already taken
By many
September 21, 2025
©Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2025
Photo taken in Zagreb, Croatia
