A Date With Destiny... Poem by Mark Heathcote

Lines have been dramatized and dramatically drawn;
the terminuses of a migrating flock of birds have been mapped;
and I have undergone a pensive long walk.
In the struggle to become a better version of myself,
it is a journey that has been vigorously taken
by others to reach distant destinations that they
have not yet reached internally or externally;
it's a date with destiny that lies ahead of me.
A new, unexplored horizon beckons my footsteps.
But physically, if I can keep moving forward,
stay on track, and follow my daydreams of the future and past,
and somehow avoid being buried under
the next avalanche of unpredictable mishaps,
I might survive and discover my colony,
but the footsteps I'm guided in, leave only the faintest,
scant marks in the snow.
And I'm afraid I'll fall into the wayside,
aimlessly wandering, asking where on earth all my time went.
Will any of it ever come back? Or leave a forgotten track.