Each day when I wake up I know there will be a path waiting for me.

Some days I get to chose it, others I don’t.

Today was smooth but tomorrow can’t promise me anything.

Sometimes I walk along the edges in hopes of seeing something, anything.

Each night when I go to bed I close my eyes dreaming of the one path I can’t find.

As long as my eyes open each morning I will go to bed hopeful.

In the meantime I will enjoy the walk.