Work in Progress

I see my destination, yet the more

I walk, the more distant it appears.

The road is bumpy. Trees surround.

I haven’t seen anyone for miles.

I may have lost my way, but I walk

in a direction that will lead me

to where I need to be. I am working

on myself. I spend time lost in

thought. I ponder life. I think about

everything – which is tiring. I keep

walking and working toward

a place I wish to reach.

I stay on the path in front,

as I walk behind a falling sun.