Being Nobody, Going Nowhere

Poem By Rory Hudson

This grassy path
leads nowhere,
and so pleases nobody.

Being nobody
and going nowhere,
I am content.

Comments about Being Nobody, Going Nowhere

this one greatly appeals to me, for some strange reason. 10. -chuck
you are not nobody.. nobody cannot write something so simple, yet deep as this.. brilliant.. I love it! !
Now who would have thought....well you did, brilliant....I can relate to this, so simple and it- Cindy

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