A Stones Throw

The road I travel never splits in two, It always disappears before a lake of truth, All the others that were here went left or right, But early on I learned to keep my line of sight… It seems that every time I saw the path would bend, I could disappear but I’d still feel the wind, It kept reminding me that what I left behind, Is always binding me to what lives in my mind… Though the road below may not be the same, I know it always flowed long before my name, With every stone I throw I’m getting even stronger, And every one that goes is skipping even longer… So as I watch it bounce across the lake of life, I start to renounce what’s causing all my strife, I take a few steps back enough to gain some speed, So that I may cross with everything I need…