I'm done wondering
Why everything happens
They say everything
Happens for a reason
But maybe
Everything happens
To bring us
To the fork in the road
To the path
We need most.
After all
Life is about
The journey
The paths
The thorns
The way you accept
Your stumbles.
I'm done wandering
Trying to find a path
To call
My own
My journey
Is beautiful
All on its own
But with your hand in mine
It becomes more beautiful
All the time.
Isn't it amazing
What a little perspective
And a few valuable people
Can bring to a life?
No more wondering
Where we fit
No more wandering
For a place
I will roam
With the knowledge
That with you
I'm always home.
