I’ve spent a lifetime searching
unsure of every mile along the way.
Sometimes that road is winding,
but I just keep trekking anyway.
So many people mistake courage
for a confidence that doesn’t exist.
There’s nothing but doubt and disillusion,
with a fuel and need to just persist.
Because each bend, although it’s winding,
holds behind it some unknown truth,
and I simply cannot live forever
in the inexperience of youth.
While I loved the fire and desire
for all of life’s unknown,
I want to stand on the other side of wisdom
that comes from the other side of being grown.