No. 63On the last day of the year
I stand And look back This mountainous landscape That surrounds me I stand on a peak For now A vantage point Yet to descend again Return to my crawl through rubble I'm not exactly sure how I got here Nor can I see a clear path forward Lain out for me As the time comes I sigh and tilt my head back down again It's hard work As I chose not to listen to the advice of others I lay my own path Stone by stone. My future as blurry as my past For who is to say Exactly what happened and why Or where exactly it is that I'm going All that matters is now And what I do next |