there is such road
somewhere in clouds high
which I am treading
from time to the time
with hand luggage
of my dreams and dreams
it a road for nowhere
and to everywhere...
it isn't hard for me
I have wings at shoulders
then again most silence
pleasant and faithful
is in my favour on the back
I have the rucksack
and the fog under feet
and the one thought remained for me
I will find way to you...
Maria Barbara Korynt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-in-direction/
