Onward

Long paths that wind along no direct lane to arrive like jazz that improvises song I wander onward as I strive onto trails that curl and jell steering me against my will my hope is still fed by this hell craving heat led by the chill What are these courses that meander? mountain's rock forcing direction rough terrain, nature's commander shepards each chance for selection curving treks that bend no where like winds take sails to distant seas survival stretched to needs I can't bear forcing stress... destroying ease Thus, I beg grace to escort fact thru suffering on these endless routes each trial, test, and learning act is teaching truth in twisting bouts If I arrive before I get there, Do I go and travel on? All this pain is peace's cab fare the chaffeur change thru where I've gone When on stay, what do I choose? Should I try if forced to lose? Is this verity drawing good toward it? Or am I lost far from my summit??