an offering…
I’ve got the wind at my back.
Yet I still haven’t found my own path.
How long can I expect this life to last?
After all is said and done,
who is the person I was meant to be.
Is it something still in front of me?
Moving further down the road,
questions come on the whisper of a wind.
I wonder what is waiting just around the bend?
Suddenly and deliberately more thoughts come
and then a moment of peace.
Is it life or death that sets us free?
All the roads I’ve gone down
and moments come to pass.
How long can I expect this life to last?
I know it’s only a matter of time
till I find the thing that’s all mine.
But when it is all said and done
what will I be remembered for?
Will it be less or will it be more?
I know it’s time.
Time to get busy.
Before I find out if it’s life or death that sets us free.
Dixie's Road Trip 