It’s Not Everything

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