Our feet churn up dust
on these roads we trek
trampled by our forbearer’s
but they never found the answers
so what are the chances
we’ll be any better.

I think we get
where we need to be
I think that’s how life works
if life works at all.

People tend
to ask me questions I can’t answer.
I look things in the eye
and turn the other way
because I don’t deal
how you’re supposed to
or at least that’s what the record shows.

Destiny is a tricky thing
you can think you have it
and be blindsided
when it turns out
false prophecy.

Don’t think I am in a dark place
I have all the light I need
it’s just sometimes
there’s this fog
of unknown factors
that blots it out a little
but in a few days
I’ll be fine,
always am.