I walk on feet both callous and soft, stepping firm on the path I’ve chosen.
This journey holds mystery and faith.
Make merry the possibilities of youth
looking to the left and right while moving forward.
Youth is gone, but the excitement lives.
The trail ahead is worn just enough to bring insight and pain. Avoid the thorns.
Others’ thoughts have made the ground soft and sound, but you must take your own steps, avoiding sharp stones.
Howl at the moon to feel alive and heard.
Breathing deep, feeling the heartbeat of time.
In and out, soft and slow, step and feel,
step and know.
Wonders await the curious mind.
When did my youth end? Does it matter?
Your winter brings a new vision of your future in pieces.
Walk in the direction that feels new and
alive, no matter what time has taught you.