The bird’s song is not the rain's
call
Nor is it predator’s death fall
The road has no real purpose than
to be
A way there or back – can't you
see
Circumstances and fates are
neither true
Testaments or explanations to
journey's construe
Whether choices made or not; they
alone
Do not condemn nor will they make
atone
Words are just that – varying definitions
Actions however – are life's
transitions
We own only this moment – nothing
more
Yesterday is closed; tomorrow is an
open door
There is no self cause; no corollary;
no outcome
That results from the simple beat
of one drum
If you keep looking back
Then you may be missing track.
