You’ve only just begun, and yet it seems impossible to be so
When you take into account the luggage already behind, some sorted and some in tow,
Blinded by the road ahead sometimes the grass seems too tall
Then there’s other things to consider like your surrounding wall,
Built to keep people out and yet sometimes you do wonder what else is kept away
I will say you’re not being asked to throw all caution to the wind, definitely not the way.
Just being asked to consider that there’s more to what is kept beyond and within the binds
Sometimes the road less travelled isn’t what you think nor is it about all those brilliant finds,
Not about a timetable nor a perfectly laid out schedule to fit in all those seeming perfections
And then you wonder what is it with all these attempts at instigating neat summations?
A never-ending map that keeps disappearing when you least expect it to
Teasing visions that evoke the peace of a thousand sunsets’ in a sky amazingly blue.
So you may ask why is it that it feels like you’ve only just begun
When you know very well how wonky this road is and that’s certainly no pun,
The question to be asked is what have you been seeing with — through eyes or heart
One is defined by labels and one has no limitations on its part,
And yet it takes more than the luggage behind us to see with our hearts, this is true I know
Because the path, the heart, and the vision join together in glorious union the more we grow.
And along the way, you may point at others and shake your head
Thinking to yourself, “Well that’s a terribly horrendously made bed,”
You’ll find yourself thinking, “Thank God I don’t do things in that messy careless way”
Perhaps all you can see for now is that mess through the defining limits of dismay,
Yet history has taught us that from the ruins of many a great deemed failures
Come new beginnings that once upon a time existed only as mere conjectures.
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Universe Has Your Back: Transform Fear to Faith.
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