As It Was

We are all here today as we
and why were meant to be

Because we all follow our
intended path 

Otherwise left alone unto our
own devices to forge our own

We would never end up getting
anywhere at all

Lost and all at sea searching
for dry land and the hope of a
familiar landmark 

To use as a point of reference
in order to retrace my way back
home

Whilst all along thinking and 
pondering the reason why
i even contemplated leaving
in the 1st place

And will it still be and bring
back those same feelings
i so grew to long and miss
the longer i was away

Why did i choose to leave
What made me want back
Why all and the what 
Happened in - between 

So many unanswered questions

So many shades of grey blurred
on either side of the black and
white divide

Only after endless contemplating 
soul searching and internal deep
reflection

All we are left with to hold
onto in the end and we find
is we are left with nothing but

All exactly is as it was quite
obviously meant to be

I am still me as is the road
from here to there and back

As is all that is now in the
past and in - between set
in stone like Excalibur

Destiny is merely an X placed
and marked out on a treaure 
map per say

Who amongst hasn't spent a
large majority wasted our
lifetime chasing like the
rainbows end

Only 1 day to late to admit
and find to our own detrement
and regret 

We always new may probably
never have actually existed
anywhere but in our own mind

And if it did or does rather than
have to chase it or go in search
of it

If it was somehow meant to
be or is to be

It will find and come to us
with or without our help
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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March 13, 2023 at 7:49 AM
You wield a pen like Excalibur, Christopher! We're all left with something after each journey we take, even if it's just memories. We have to hold on to them because they let us know that we're alive and that life is worth living, no matter how hard it is sometimes.
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January 22, 2023 at 2:53 PM
An old saying Christopher, (if it’s for you it won’t pass you) small comfort for someone that spends their life chasing the rainbow’s end, the one who thinks they can predict with any certainty what their future holds, is totally deluded, cheers David
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