Astara Cambata's Page

I just thought I'd include one of my old poems here, one that I thought fit the cause of this website, and theme of togetherness.
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A fragile body can find its way
Down a weary, worn out path
But ask the body to think and love
Or hope or cry or laugh
Then the worn out path turns darker yet
A simple turn becomes a maze
Confusion mixed with ignorant belief
Breaking rules no one obeys
The eyes can’t see the road ahead
Nor are the feet sure of their footing
The mind, it reels, possibilities exceed
The scope through which we’re looking
But to say the course is a lonely trail
Is a lie some cannot face
For among themselves, so many are lost
So focused on their pace
Instead, think not of where you go
How fast you walk or why
But mind those walking next to you
And those you may pass by
For until the end there is no time
To gaze back and be profound
But the end’s the end and all that’s left
Are your footprints in the ground
Countless feet will trample the path
That once survived your wars
But never can they imitate
All the footprints next to yours