Questions...

Small hours of the night, lamplights aglow,
Thoughts wander off beyond to the past i know,
Tangents to the future i have not seen,
No faces, no dreams, no places i have ever been..

Of tomorrow, what lies in wait for me?
Would i find love, or fall from another tree?
Will it be fruitful, or just another wasted day?
Or will i find happiness that last, on that very day?

Soft breeze flowing, leaves that sway,
A bright lit future, hopes that stay,
Dreams that put forth but never returned,
Opportunities and options that have been spurned..

Will people someday remember my name?
Will i step forth now, and try at fame?
Or will i be lost like millions before?
Slipping away as dust that wind bore?

Funny how far life has brought me,
It has given me happiness and borne me great sorrow,
Of the journey, where ever we would be,
As winding as a river, or as straight as an arrow..

The journey, they say, has many endings,
And that we choose how it ends by the life we live,
Perhaps truth there is, with all time we've been spending,
That the destination is irrelevant, but the journey we strive..