Month: April 2025

Maybe this is what I’m meant for

walking in her wake

watching as she runs away

and never catching up

Standing on the sidelines

with sign and smiling face

hoping to not end up lost

in the echoes of the crowd

Maybe this is what I wanted

purpose, though vague and undefined

It helps that I find joy in watching

as she’s rounding every corner

a litter faster, a little brighter,

so hot she burns that I don’t dare touch

But oh to stand next to that fire

so may the warmth and light embrace

Where she may go I’ll gladly follow

as long as I can find the path

But I know the worry looms

I could never match her pace

Far too fast, she burns too bright

too much for me to ever hold

If only for that feeling moment

I could ever stand beside her

reach out and feel that flame’s caress

Here we go again

that old familiar place

Been here a time or two

and always wound up empty

Hesitation holds me back

from taking that next step

but maybe that’s a good thing

Maybe no one’s ready yet

for what waits beyond that moment

Maybe moving too soon

would be the end of promises

but promise is yet unfulfilled

and fantasy is so fleeting

and she moves so quickly in her way

I could never follow close

I just can’t keep up

over any distance

So I’ll stand still

and wait for her

to make her way back around

Hopefully by then

I’ll know which moves to make

to end up with us both in the same place

So we go on

because there is no other choice

no better opportunity

than the road laid out before us

so we ride

into the horizon

and whatever waits across that line

separating what comes

from what came before

what led us for so long

to here and beyond

All we know is moving forward

so we take that step

and the next

on and on and onward ho

until we take the last

Something waits for us out there

and I’ll be damned if we don’t find it

around that next corner

across that line

footstep after footstep

what other choice is there?