walking down a dusty dirt road
no direction or destination in mind;
simply the joy of aimless wandering
without a plan until my journey
becomes rocky and rough and the road
climbs higher, narrows and finally leads me
to a dead end where I don’t want to be.
standing at the edge of a cliff
waiting for winged Pegasus to fly me
back to the safety of innocence in search of
a well-worn path where I first diverged.
no creature came to carry me, cradled in arms,
home to safety because I can only count
on my determination to get me back there.
a careful path I plan and plot to
get to my desired destination.
no more meandering aimlessly for me,
as I’ve already wandered too much.
life is rushing past, slipping away with
nothing but scars to show for it, but now I’m
finally on the right road to my destiny.