When there's no road map.

When there's no road map.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

We're all just spokes
supporting the wheel
going along with the turns
under the guidance of
a governing axle
while a belief maybe
steering the wheel.
But who is laying the road,
if there is a road?

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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You have just described perfectly how I feel at the moment. Under the guidance of our leader who will lead us through this crisis and out the other side. I am feeling very small. Smaller than the spokes in your wheel. Keep safe Andrew.

Chris

Posted 2 Days Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Days Ago

Thanks Chris you too be safe. Scary times with bills, mortgages, food, family, health and jobs.
"We're all just spokes
supporting the wheel
going along with the turns
under the guidance of
a governing axle
while a belief maybe
steering the wheel."

Posted 2 Days Ago


I would say the transportation department. Lol
On a serious note, very powerful and full of truths.
You have paved the way for many on this creative site sir Mitchell...

Posted 2 Days Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Days Ago

Lol you are too kind King Sami. Be safe my friend.
Sami Khalil

2 Days Ago

Will do. You are too. Glad you are still going strong...

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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