Number 1412

I turned and turned both day and night.
The path not clear but the way was bright.
This way; that way; and now a dead end
History speaks softly but I do not bend.

I go my own way. That's all I can do.
I don't want to listen to those who have been through.
They might not have been where I want to be
How will I know if I can't be me.

My judgment is new so I want to believe.
My judgment is mine it's hard to conceive
that anyone else could guide me beyond
The steps I must take to my journey.


©9/5/2002 Steve Lunsford