Sun beats down in the golden grass
Green and golden
Had grown tall and old
Withholds it memories
As the travelers told
Day and night
Cycles change
Only one thing could ever stay the same
The meaning to look
The destiny to roam
And purpose to seek
Ifs it’s a sight to be seen
Or the person at the end of the road
Maybe the crease of a smile
Who could know
A individual
Different and unique
Travels all but a different path
They intertwined
Give directions to one and another
Then on there on path
To Look
To roam
To seek
A passion hidden beneath
Even the battered roads we travel
Thorns and roses
Wounds and health
Ventures only as far as the mind wills