Until Journey Done

I feel it in the morning as I drink my tea That subtle sense of doubt tugging at me With nervous anticipation I welcome what will come For I keep moving forward until my journeys done The path laid out leads to a sacred space out west And I’m curiously optimistic when I am at my best Trusting in my resolutions is what I most seek As the thought of leaving everyone makes my knees weak By lunch, in the ashtray, my cigarette burns With clouds in my eyes as my stomach turns My head spins from all the capricious noise Is reaching for something authentic the certain choice? I feel it in the evening, ambivalence has ceased That sense of careful comfort envelops me With deliberate reflection I welcome what may come For I keep moving forward until my journeys done.