The Path

I see the path of life at the foot of my door. I see it disappears into the horizon forevermore. I see the path of courage bearing to the right. With all its hills, sharp turns and valleys waiting for the night. I see the path of truth fading into the sun. As my feet approach I know my soul and spirit don’t belong. I see the path of hatred with its uneven and cracked ways. I know I can’t go down it no matter what it says. I see the path of hope with all its interwoven dreams. So comfortable to find and so pleasurable to see. I see the path of wanting, the path of greed. Full of short slashes of broken promises and lost dreams. I see the path of love and it calls to me. The voice that makes me happy, the sound that pleases me. I walk that path through winter, through spring, summer to falling leaves. One foot after the other no matter what obstacles it throws at me. I walk this path because I know I’ll find you there right next to me.