Routes are unmapped
And the journey is long
But you’ll know where you’re going
And the places you belong
There’ll be choices you’ve made
That you wish to forget
And there’ll be others you retell
Just as oft as you’re let
Experiences will shape you
With their pattern and design
And when you join up the dots
You can rejoice and not whine
Long days can be followed
By nights spent awake
As you accept your own truth
And you stop being fake
There’s no curtain call here
In this show we call life
Stepping out of your way
Is how to live without strife
It’s for real, no rehearsals
It won’t always make sense
In a world full of players
Packed crowded and dense
But there’s this that I know
That I’ve seen on the faces
Of the people looking busy
As they rush to their places
There’s no fixed destination
I repeat, as it’s true
As your meaning in life
Is defined just by you
love it!
Thank you! x
Excellent as always. I enjoyed the journey. When did you start writing proses? Such a talented lady. Xx
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My most avid followers, my wonderful Uncle & Aunt, thank you for reading and for all of your love xxx
Loving the journey so far!
With Grace and in perfect ways. I’m with you Lynda Lou, I wouldn’t change a thing. xx