My life unfolds, uncertain at the path before me,
I have but one notion, forward.
So I go on.
The past heartaches, headaches, and defeats,
Were but signs that lead me to now.
I stumble onward, ever unsure, listening,
To the only notion that I know, forward.
So I go on.
I reflect on the way that leads me to now,
The choices, both made and missed,
The words both held and kept silent,
The feelings both repressed and expressed,
The aches both present and past.
I sift through the ashes of those old bridges,
Long since burnt and turned cold.
I see the signs of damage, and recognize
That some belongs to my sharpest weapon.
I see the ghosts of my choices and the specters,
Of worlds that might have been.
Yet I grow tired of the sifting and picking and dwelling,
The notion I know hums in me again, forward.
So I go on.
Possibilities, desires, wants, and dreams flash before me,
Winking in and out of existence like the dance of fireflies,
Priorities, needs, the feeling of both joyous relief and impending doom.
They fill my head with a cacophony of swirling noise,
Overwhelm my heart with a sea of emotions,
Until I cannot hold them anymore.
So I push them all aside, and focus on the persistent hum,
The singular beat of the only certain notion.
Forward.
So I go on.
And so I face the horizon, uncertain of what lies beyond,
The next rise, the next mountain, the next traveler,
I take a step, breath in and out, letting the drumbeat carry me,
Letting the hum of certainty take me forward.
And so I go on.
Because...Life 