#thetaleofyou

You pack a bag, a sleeping mat

A toothbrush and a fading hat

Step out the door and don’t look back

The world it calls and beckons you

And you yearn for that

To shed the fear, the blurry haze

To see for miles and walk for days

As all around the views do change

And some are good and some are bad

And some are strange

Flowers bend and twirl and dance

The bird calls loud and sometimes harsh

Leafy ceilings as you pass

And open, let in sun and light

And sometimes dark

The top of the mountain rises now

The tallest peak, the highest brow

Overbear and stare you down

For you are small and young and unsure

And you wonder how

The path winds up, the track is hard

You’re out of breath, your hands are scarred

But the clearer air beckons you forward

The track winds round and flattens now

The view unmarred

Those eyes of yours are open wide

The dropping rugged mountain-side

The taller trees, the great divide

Like the first man who ever stood here

And how he cried

Tears for good and tears for bad

For how he’d laughed and when he was sad

To see his journey mapped out on land

A backpack and a faded hat

And his own scarred hands

Someday you’ll tell them all of this

The open road, the sparkling bliss

Of the sun on water and the wide abyss

A story of hope and timelessness