Hardly, I know where I’m going.
Really, there’s no way of knowing.
The choices I’ve made have led me
to this very moment. The places
I’ve traveled to taught me that
there is no going back. Moving
forward while carrying a sword,
I inch closer toward a new world.
In this life there are no guarantees,
just new people to meet and new
places to see. Where I’m going, there
must be no regrets. I’ll move on
as time resets. Tomorrow, I’ll have
a better idea of where I’m going.
I’ll show up there with a past
still glowing. With rivers flowing
and flowers growing, I’ll show up
with bruises and cuts proving that
truly living takes guts. Time to see
where life will take me. Time to
grow older trying something new.