The Aim of My Stride

I walked n towards where the road would lead,

The path I chose,

But unaware of things I may intercept or what I may see.

I travel not a journey,

I travel the journey,

Where detours are certain,

But I aim high,

Sometimes the low may too be the way to go,

But I’m happy to be on this road,

For it leads me to places old and new,

It leads me to new people and to people I know,

And all the roads in the world meet somewhere,

All interconnected and never ending,

Being anywhere that I may be,

Lost or found,

I know I’ll find my way back,

After the whole world my feet will have touch,

That is the aim of my stride.