As we travel through our years
and look back we can see
that all we did and where we've been
we never could foresee.
All of the paths our lives would lead
and so we just kept pace
and found ourselves living lives
never in one place.
We zigzagged here and zigzagged there,
never in a straight line.
But as you look back on it all
there never was a sign
saying 'Go this way or take this road'
We just made a choice.
Sometimes right, sometimes wrong
and then inside a voice
questioned you, asked you why
you went where you went?
The answer of course is the journey.
It's where you were sent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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