Walking on trails so long forgot;
at times I break into a trot.
These paths of old were a part
of the Journey of my heart.
Perhaps now I’m a bit more wise
to the truth behind the lies
of the folk who would like to hold
this whole world out in the cold.
I have lessons I need to learn
and answers that I still do yearn.
The futures still not in my past;
there’s dyes of colours still to cast.
My future’s locked within the maze
of lives long past that catch my gaze.
They walk on still within the mind
of anyone who’d seek and find
the keys they left to so much more;
the keys to open life’s own door.
Within their Journey truths are found
and that my friends is where I’m bound.