All the things you didn’t see
All the things you wouldn’t hear
All the colors, sights, and smells
That aren’t on the path
You don’t know where you’re going
You don’t know when you’ll get there
All you know is, you have to go
You have to go the way you don’t know
At first it’s an adventure
Then getting lost gets old
Then just when you’re ready to turn around
You see a sight, you hear a sound, you find that you are found
You aren’t where you want to go
That doesn’t really matter though
The place of found’s not there nor here
It’s when you realize you can hear
Hear the whispers of the wind
The flutters of your beating heart
So still inside you start to know
There’s no other place you need to go
And this is when you really know
That following the ‘way to go’
Only keeps you round and round
In places where there’s too much sound
Too much sound to really see
That here’s not where you want to be
So take one step and you will find
That off the path lies peace of mind
Dedicated to Lee Michael Tanner
Photo by Gustav Gullstrand on Unsplash
