I ask Him where this road will go
He answers, saying “I don’t know”
“Your path: its paved by you alone”
“And every act lays one more stone”
My mind, it mulls these words he spoke
So many thoughts they do provoke
No longer shall I wonder “where”
For its the “now” that gets me “there”
Focus falls from futures, faint
Shifting down to stones in wait
Much attention,they require
To build a path that leads me higher
The mix to craft this step that’s next
Is made from passion, pain, and text
The mortar binding in between
Pours from all inside of me
I tell Him “now, I understand”
He grins and points to my right hand
“That pen,” He says, “will take you far”
“If you find who you truly are”
His wisdom, as it did before
Sparks my mind to think once more
And then it dawns: the realest me
Its all expressed – through poetry
How the World Should Work 