Mine eyes have seen the coming
the comming of many things,
But as things pass by my eyes
they become many goings.
My feet know many back allies
that have kept me off my trail.
I've walked them and experienced them
with little to show.
But the knowlegde worth getting is worth the long road.
I've traveled with many that too once strayed,
and many companions that walk in a strange way.
I've travelled with a friend
Once or twice.
And even less often
With someone who walked like I.
The Journy is what matters
each travesty and quest.
the song that's sang the story that's told
because each end is the same
The Stars are my map
the wind sings where to go
My feet know the safest ways
Such keen ability to stay on track
yet to wander is the way
Didn't I say it was the journey?
The journey makes us who we are.
So get lost and travel to all you never knew
Join the caravan of aquaintances
Make camp those who are friend
and learn to tell them from foe.
Travelers be wary of those you entangle paths
whether highwayman or friend,
they stall you on your way.
Pass them by if the road becans your name,
Like the ocean's call to the sailer's heart.
But if paths should entangle,
embracing uncertainty with a smile,
join in high hopes to the end,
but remembering each journy is his own.
Journey far young Traveler
and feel what it is to be free
Be the author of your story
your pen a walking stick,
the companions made characters
the trail you choose the pages
and each road a chapter
in my story of life.