Finding my way

 

There's a place I need to be

Somewhere I need to go

I need a map—

But the streets are not known

 

As I sit and look— at that fork in the road

Some direction for my needs— is what I yearn

No one else can tell me what I must do

It’s up to me— where— and how I turn

 

I close my eyes

And take a deep breath

Without the chatter— and all the noise

I can trust that I know best

 

The paths are still unnamed

But they seem a little clearer

A little warmer— a little brighter

A little nearer

 

One road leads to one place

Another somewhere else

Both have beauty and hardship

But the direction I take

Is a choice— that I'll make for myself

 

Yet, on this patch of grass, where I sit and ponder

I realise right here—  that there is more to unfold

And more to discover