I look in the mirror and see everything but me
envious of those that move so free
watching them dance in glorious dawn
I step outside the door and feel little warmth
around me swirls the storm
standing in the eye, but not feeling the calm
I fumble for the compass
staring at knots from uncharted courses
stuck in neutral idling roughly
I open my eyes and clouded views linger
seeking a path clear and forward
shedding the useless weight
I turn to the last page, but the story has been told
uncertain what the destination looks like
living the journey demands attention
I believe in reasons for these trials
realizing that tomorrow has already arrived
it’s leaving with this evening’s moon
