While Lost In The Trails Poem by Stacy Brown

I drive upon an old withered road
heading toward the unseen
I am not concerned with where I start
My only curiosity lies with where it will end
I gather my gear and accept my fate is set.
Placing One foot upon the path,
I start to embrace the simple loss of time.
Glancing around this world I find myself
looking for new things to experience
Things that are far to beautiful to describe.
I stumble along the roots and and leaves
Grabbing new images and musings
Feeling the warmth of the sun on my cheeks
I foolishly stare up to the sky to see clouds
as they form pictures while floating by
I notice I'm closer to the end, my heart races,
I am excited, but scared for it is inevitable
with one step I can face my fear
with one breath I turn towards the breeze
and open my eyes
The end was always the beginning
and the beginning was always the end