Para/Poem Challenge "Open"

Why is it that we must have a shinning light at the end of each tunnel, a carrot on a string to perhaps lead us down the path of life?

Thought provokingly poignant, my well worded friend.


as always,
wordsy
"a thin trail of whispers
across a wandering mind
faint flashes of fantasy
that I often find
merely jaded shadows
of who I used to be
they fill with words, my pages
for all the world to see"