The Journey - Poem by Rhonda Davis
Off upon my journey I must go.
To where this road will lead may never be known.
This dance of life can end at any time.
The music is always playing lightly in the background.
The band plays on without the conductor.
The notes walk along the staff's road up and down continuously.
The melody plays without the score.
A score never finished a never-ending tune.
Played into the wind and then returning to the composer to only act as a map upon this earth.
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