The Path
What makes us tick?
What's this life all about?
When the going gets tough,
Do you quiver with doubt?
My life it has an order.
Everything has a place.
It's like a casual stroll.
But we think it's a race.
Had I hit that stop light.
Would I have met you?
I am right here, right now,
Because of all I've been through.
It has it's ups and it's downs
And it's ins and it's outs.
Sometimes it rains 'til it floods.
And we go through some droughts.
I'm in a special place now.
Where I've always longed to be.
I thought life was so wrong,
But now I have to agree.
Been there, done that.
I'd do it again.
To see where my path leads me
Leads me in the end.
It all comes together.
After it all falls apart.
A blank piece if canvas,
To a fine piece of art.
It's like an intricate puzzle,
And all the pieces, they fit
You won't see the big picture
If you give up and quit.
Embrace your life journey.
And all the paths you have gone.
All those paths they have lead you,
To the path that you're on.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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