It’s been a long road,
Tarmac, concrete, dirt filled tracks and open fields,
They all keep coming regardless.
Still, the walking goes on,
Relationships, discussions, collisions, loving unions,
They all happen, not stopping progress.
And while the miles pass by quickly,
Nothing is achieved,
The impact left in a vapor trail, never tasted, always left behind.
So, at last, I see more trails ahead,
And realize, I have achieved nothing, and yet seem somehow glad,
Or at least not dissatisfied about it.
As I head towards home.