The Path

The path that lies before us and the steps we take to move on

Our limbs to move the body and the will to make it so

What weight will slow the journey?

What test that we might fail?

Will the spirit be overcome or rise and we prevail?

So we question what's right but we never know

And we sit back and watch is the ebb and flow

Accepting what's wrong and let it go

For all we have done what is there to show?

So endlessly we travel the path we tread

For what more can we do?

Few signs here to follow on the path we tread

One day we'll make it to the end

How cruel!

That the choices we make

Have such resounding effect paralyzed by our fear of mistake

Another chain to break and move on

How cruel!

It's as though the leaves on the trees

Could destroy all that we have become

Or the wind set astray the direction we made to be strong

So winding a road but graced we are to be part of the path

A gift it is and everyday we should think it to finally be our last

The way not clear and never will it ever be

So pick yourself up and come follow me

Or travel the path alone till it leads you finally home

If we could only now