My path may look overgrown but the route is familiar,
seeking a trail of possibilities over a well worn sidewalk of sameness.
Mine isn’t the ordinary, neither are my thoughts,
finding agreement with the many brings no satisfaction.
The spirit sets our course, my heart’s compass points the way,
justice compels, compassion demands, isolation accepts.
Seeking honor for my soul, needing not mans approval,
eyes firmly focused on the immediate prize.
As the pillow embraces my tired head,
sleep comes easy living at peace.
This is all we have.
