Life Map

I stare down the path ahead of me.

One foot in front of the other I go.

I look around and there are a million different trails.

There are people on their own paths.

People running along.

Others walking along.

Some aren’t even on a path at all.

I look ahead

There are hills, twists, and turns. 

I grow with the path and I trust it.

My parents taught me to follow this path.

Straying from this path will only bring trouble they say.

On nights I’m alone I wonder, close enough to see it still.

But far enough to know there’s more off the path than on it.

I start to leave the path, I walk on others.

There are views, people, and stories wilder than my dreams.

Consumed by the new, I walk forward not stopping to think about where I am.

I keep walking until I don’t know where I’ve gone.

I look around me and can’t find my path.

Where do I go?

What do I do?

For the first time, I stop moving and everything is still.

Should I have left the path?

Should I have questioned it?

Lost and confused I decided to walk again.

I walk with a purpose, to find my path.

Along the way I look.

Until I realize the path I was on, was still my own.

The reality was mine.

This life map is my own.