under a gold sun you dream about the future there's a road before you that continues after the horizon blurs it's path you wonder if you made the right choice, if you were supposed to come this way but you couldn't turn around if you wanted to the paths you left behind wouldn't be there any more
there's a map that's meant only for you to fill and you fill it with all it's dead ends and sharp turns and broken bridges you wonder if there was an easier way as the unforgiving sun beats down upon you you wonder if there was a path that was filled with trees and flowers
under an endless sky you find your footing there's a cracked earth beneath your feet but you see the weeds coming through you begin to see their likeness in your self, your roots are deep and your will to live deeper and so you grit your teeth and though your shoes are worn, you feel lighter in step
there's an ocean at the end of the road that's more beautiful than you'd ever seen maybe it's blue and maybe it's not, but you bury your hands in the sand as the waves reach out to greet you, beckon you to follow there's salt in the air and you know if you drink the water you'll drown so you sit back and let your aching feet heal in the coolness of it's embrace
when you open your eyes it's to a gentle rain in the distance there's a storm just off the horizon but the wind is carrying it far away there's a desert behind you and a different kind of desert before you, but here you're safe here you've found the end of the road that you'd begun years before map gently folded beside you filled with anecdotes of the stories that led you here
there's a boat tie to the shore by a single pier with only a small sail and a life preserver to offer but it whispers to you in your sleep that it's ready for adventure you look to the stars and see the next map in it's constellations, the next course you need to take but your feet have healed under the cool embrace of the maybe blue sea and there's hesitation in your heart as you feel the presence of that long distant storm past the waters before you
the next time you open your eyes it's maybe blue surrounding you there's wind in your hair and a blank canvas before you you look at the stars and remember that golden sun you looked at when dreaming of the future with pen in your hand, you dip your hand into that maybe blue and drink from the sea that saved you once the rumble of the storm is distant but you know you'll be able to face it when it comes you drink from the sea, but you do not drown
Poem is about journeying from youth into young adult and reaching the point of heading towards true adult hood. never stop wandering!