Do you know the path or are you just following?
It must be clear and dear and more than ‘nothing’,
Going along the bends and lifts,
Soft and cruel; when you accept it
Change fits you and it hits you,
Questions arise and answers fall,
Struggling hard you stand tall
This makes you, you and the path yours.
And I see my path and I can’t see my path
Forgetting all I sometimes turn,
Turn again and lessons learnt
I walk on it, then I stop and gaze,
I say, ‘show me out of the maze’
Laughter, then a voice murmurs ‘Your path, your ways’.
