As we walk this mysterious path
We see that everyone is on one
The difference between us is
With whom we choose to walk
Those who have gone before
Return to tell what they have found
Yet, when we round the bend
We find our own path
Our own riches and delights
To rely upon other eyes
Is to miss the sights right in front of us
Distracted by what others said would be here
They have their ways
They have their wherefores
And share this adventure together
I chose to walk with you
We had some fun, didn't we?
Ron Eklof ©2006/2008
