I used to think that journeys
Went from point A to point B,
Start location, destination,
‘least that’s what MapQuest told me.
Then I really began living
Highs and lows, to’s and fro’s,
And I started to discover
Not every road could be what I chose.
For the unexpected would knock me
In a ditch, off the trail,
But I had to stand up, keep on marching
Be it sunshine, snow, or hail.
Life is not a map
With every stop up in the stars;
It’s a roller coaster — twists & turns —
That don’t show off the scars.
