Poem: Path

A new journey is about to begin.

Yet I am still stuck in the one that ended a year ago.

Changes are running the air.

Making me think is this life fair?

The hugs that cry from ones that are gone.

To the streets songs that are no longer.

A path that is divided by my truth and now.

To the hunting that one thrill that cure my nerves.

Now the village of my peers is all that I deserve.

That is the mind playing trick of the brain with my heart.

To run a path that is slow and steady.

To jump across cross and get there early.

That is what I must chose and neither one will pick me.