RoadMap

I thought the world was one way,
with streaks and patterns and forms
I learned that the world is a freeway
where I create my own social norms

I entered in with a hope
I entered in with a plan
I entered in with a spirit
That I now cannot understand

what is my optimal purpose?
what did I come here to learn?
what did I come to experience?
what yet do I have to discern?

I once was a child with a believing heart
I could see colors that I was told were not there
I begged for communion with animals
I sought Mary to come out of the air

I closed my eyes to my youthfulness
And figured I was here to be me
I bounced every word off of my ego
Opened my eyes and pain I could see

now i wonder
wonder, wonder, wonder

why have I chosen to wander here

I see the colors again
what have I learned?
Not to ask if others see them too

I see Mary come out of the air
for what purpose?
No purpose, just another way for the world to be

I dream for friends
Why?
so the stoic ones who horde pain like gold may be free
free
free

I Am free to be the one I want to be
I AM free to see the colors I want to see

thank you questions for leaving me
thank you for every answer that ever eluded me
thank you disbelief and grief
thank you anger and safety safety safety

I Am here, not there
I Am now, not then
Beginning, Middle, End

I Am finally, finally, finally my own dearest friend

Will I be tomorrow? Tomorrow is a breath away. It is already here.

Progress and Growth an illusion
I was always ever the same
I savor the glimpses of truth
That reveal earthly existence a game

I trust that I will swing for the fences
I know I am surrounded by a team
That gently urges me forward
The crowd becomes a silent scream

What have I learned?
To what purpose?
Am I there?
Do I hear?
Who was I?

The questions fade slowly into the ether
The truth resides in the eye
Trust the one who laid out the highway
Designed by one who could fly

The terrain may coalesce into patterns
Or remain the same dross we all see
Neither vision is coveted or exalted
Both get from point A to point B

I choose to not wish for a wish
I choose to believe I am free
I choose to believe I am unlimited
I believe the road was crafted by me

I trust that I faithfully remember
The map is inscribed in the air
Wrong turns are non-existent
No where to be, I AM already there.