Maybe Walk A New Path Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

You dream of things, a shiny car,
Or a warm hug, from near or far.
A kind heart's touch, a love so true,
A wish for something fresh and new.

But dreams cost more than you can see,
A price to pay, for you and me.
If coins are short, or love runs dry,
Your wished-for things may pass you by.

A pile of hopes, a wish-filled pail,
Can't make a broken thing prevail.
When pieces don't quite fit and bind,
A balanced sum you'll never find.

The quiet mind, a peaceful space,
Seems far away, at this quick pace.
Perhaps to leave it all behind,
And walk a path, unmapped, unkind.

But on that road, with steps so slow,
If luck is kind, a rest may grow.
A place to breathe, a moment's ease,
Beneath some rustling, gentle trees.