远   方
                                                               

有人说：“诗、酒、远方，
                                                                  

总有一盘是你的钟爱。”
                                                                  

可你说的远方，
                                                               

身体未必能够到达，
                                                                 

心灵可以穿透。
                                                             

你用酒来摧残你原本娇弱的身躯，
                                                               

而我用诗来疗慰我曾受伤的心灵。
                                                             

从明天起做一个简单的我，
                                                              

迈出他们划的圈，
                                                              

在自己的三尺天地里， 
                                                                

任思绪自由地流淌， 
                                                              

像蝴蝶一样轻轻的飞舞，
                                                              

伴花儿一起流泪，
                                                                

共云儿一起漫步，
                                                             

和亲爱的孩子们一起歌唱，
                                                                

去你不曾到达的远方。