The Path We Take

one foot after the other,

mud grazes my perfectly pristine white converse

i think to myself, well

i guess time will tell

i know what happened yesterday won’t happen today

I guess it is only the middle of may

the joy I have can’t be taken away

i look ahead to see the path is blurry and unfinished

feels almost like a canvas in an abandoned warehouse

waiting for it’s owner to fill in the missing pieces

while she has her thousand or more reasons

but maybe we truly can’t guess

what we think we know

doesn’t make us grow

it’s about following the complicated path

to see what else can be shown