eyes on the prize.
how often a sidewalk stop becomes
a turning point in the journey.
i have not infrequently found,
when walking with somewhere in mind,
another destination bids me pay attention
i think i know where i am
headed, but too much, it seems,
i'm wrong. perhaps each place beckons
rest, and in my weakness of vision,
i succumb to the allure of new life.
yet in all these asides and
wanderings from the goal, i can't
help but ask my vagrant heart,
"what is it you are looking for?
and when will you know you've found it?"
onward i must proceed, always
keeping one eye open to the turns
in that which lies ahead, but i need must
know the difference between making stops
and simply losing the Way.
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