Streams Not Yet Forged

In a ritualistic fashion, we shall all lay blame
To whatever has chosen to bring us to our final places
Where I walk today, is of no one’s fault but my own

Follow the Sun

Follow the Sun

Yet I don’t find fault in my footsteps
These feet ring with confidence, despite all that lies beneath
In a wide stride, pavement passes beneath me
Hopeful eyes seek to see just beyond the next turn
I shall never fade, I shall never stop
There will never be a total complete feeling,
Of this I have come to realize
Movement is what I was made for
Move, with the skies, with the clouds, flow across the gravel pathway
I shall carry in my current all that wishes to follow
Yet I cannot shake a boulder from its home
Despite infinite efforts, a boulder shall remain
So instead, attention is brought upon helpless pebbles,
Churning through rapids, unpredictable in speed and strength

I shall walk, I shall swim, I shall fly, I shall drive
Wherever the wind and the road has chosen to lead
I can do nothing but follow,
Pausing only to stare upon wildflowers and fields of grass
Grace a man on the side of the road, to purchase fruit
In appeasing an ever hungry appetite, and filling a man’s purse for his family
There can be no disappointment, no sorrow
There can only be discovery, experience, and learned lessons

My nightmares do not arise because of you
They do not arise because of words that he has chosen to transcribe
They do not come to mind in tune with a quietly beating heart
Instead, they rise from my imagination
From my inability to keep my eyes from the rearview mirror
These things will never leave me, of this I know
Yet, in walking farther and farther, into a sunset unknown
I feel their weight lightening, ever lightening
And in every hand I shake and every smile I give,
A purpose behind my travels begins to shine, brighter than the sun

The heavens cannot rain forever, the clouds cannot fight the wind
In time, my troubles shall fade with the weather
In postcards returned to addresses longing to be forgotten
They all will know of how far I have come,
And how far I will go

It is not only for the nightmares,
It is for the enlightenment of a life unseen
It is for the knowledge of what lies beneath stones unturned
And trees not yet climbed
Mountains not yet traversed
And streams not yet forged

I shall know this world as only I could see it
And one day, my travels will lie unfinished,
As my weary bones finally give way
To the fate that calls us all
With no tears shed, I shall lie down
And breathe a final breath of victory and satisfaction

To be Free At Last


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