Reason

Is my life like shifting sand That goes where the fierce winds blow? Fleeting grains in Time's own hand This journey's end, I don't know? Am I just some minute dust, Captive to the whims of Fate? Can't I have purpose as I must, Give Love and Hope, be great? Dust I was, to dust will return- But my life has eternal reason, I write of the many lessons I learn Some wisdom in words to pass on. Sand's not motionless, it can move, Changes in form as it travels. It reaches horizons and can prove The journey is worth living well. Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.18.15