Life's Wild Walk
Life is a journey everyone must take.
We all start and end at birth and death
But we take our own time,
Following different paths.
Occasionally, I’ll see a site ahead.
Once, I thought I saw the end.
I looked over the cliff,
Before realizing there was another path.
That end may come back in sight soon,
If only for a moment,
As I decide to turn around,
Rather than continue off the edge.
Maybe there will be another hiker,
Ready to lend me a hand.
But most of the time,
I have to find my path alone.
There are no maps available,
Nor guided tours,
Just an exploration,
Through the wild.
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