I’m alive upon this earth,
So big and fair and round,
But I’m just a tiny fragment,
Barely needing solid ground,
Isn’t right and left subjective?
Because up is up to me,
So then any road I travel,
Is right where I should be,
Because who knows where I’m going?
And I haven’t got a clue,
Though if you’re going that way,
I might walk awhile with you.
But the path it tends to spiral,
There’s always another turn,
There’s forks and thorns and pitfalls,
But, Oh my God, we learn,
And parting ways it happens,
Throw a kiss into the wind,
Goodbyes are empty echoes,
Only where the new begins,
But I think this is important!
And I promise that I would,
And I ask you humbly also,
Let’s remember just the good,
I think I’m heading this way,
Just because it caught my eye,
The path is an illusion,
Made of hopes and dreams and sky,
And I have misplaced my compass,
It just wasn’t meant to be,
But now that has me thinking,
Does it make me lost or free?

JHenry