The only real boundary in life is the one inside your mind.
I
Share a minute
With your thoughts
And your sights.
Somehow they all seem to agree
When the quietness settles
And the moment passes.
Quietness is the eternal gift
To enlightenment in your soul.
So where the roads lead
And the trails we've wandered upon
Eventually they lead us back to where we began.
And only those that choose to realize
Where they've gone before
Will appreciate
Where they have landed upon.
It's something perfect.
To find yourself
Sometimes you have to lose yourself.
II
Regret is futile
Among the treasures of the past.
Lessons we had to learn
And bridges we had to burn.
In some way we open the possibilities
To the unknown and untraveled.
What regret is in that?
That we don't ever take the opportunity
To travel the roads we never crossed.
Never learning.
Equipped with nothing.
Simply put;
Adjusting your thoughts
To realize that where you have been,
Makes the vision you seek.
Go then.
And along the way
Pick up the stones to build your life.
So that in the end
All is not lost
And your life might have some
Meaning.
And something to share.
In the end.
