True north
Is where the heart points.
But is it truly north we seek?
Our paths of life
Are not a single road we take.
Rather,
A series of events with no breaks.
Hold on.
But never apply the brakes.
The beauty of the road
Is the beholder's vision.
What we hold before us
Is not the answer,
But the piece we are given.
Look up,
Never down.
Never let the water of the world
Let you drown.
As we live our lives with mystery around,
The ticks of the clock will never stop or slow us down.
Stride on,
Stride quickly,
But not too fast.
No blisters on the feet:
Just the signs of victory,
Marching.
Triumphant over
Defeat.