The Traveled Path
How many souls
find the way not theirs?
In the turmoil
as we seek the better path
we leave our dreams and gods behind.
In the search for more
we seek something, someone,
greater than ourselves.
Let me think back
to a time when life moved too fast,
I could not keep up.
The times, the call, the decisions
are long passed
and never to be reborn.
The paths no longer twist and turn,
but simply flow and bend wide open
un- cluttered and clear.
In the calm of evening
all points are marked in place
with the twilight closing in.
The way now a well traveled path
comes to completion
looking back grateful without regret.
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