in the rest of thinking
where i like to sit
on the mountain of
my mind
i look out on the paths
of my life
some obscure
and unfinished
some flowing with pain
and i don't know or rather
i never knew
when i began...
the ending of each
i only knew the way
of going
the step and breath
with eyes attentive to
the turns
and the pavement
and in all the trails
of this journey
i perhaps fell
a few times
and sat on the
side for awhile
trying to measure
the distance
trying to figure
out the way
and i learned
that i just needed to
go, to keep walking
without really
understanding why
i needed to learn
as i went
the direction forward
stepping into
i will always
go