The Journey

Journeys become undertaken by souls
Through many unknowing lands —
As though unconcernedly drawn
By a will stronger than their own.

Forgotten responsibilities are left behind,
Or possibly delayed until later —
Placed on hold, or simply reordered
Into the tall ladder of life’s priorities.

This blind force for another soul —
The most precious possession of life —
Is rarely found, more often lost,
By each and every one of us.

Living alone, I vowed to remain as said —
Live my life as my own for awhile —
Until that fateful invitation arrived,
Proceeded by an invisible alluring voice.

So now I stand before a vaguely worn path,
Winding deep into an untold land.
With my thoughts in front of me, not looking back,
I willingly begin the steps of my newfound journey.
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