Our journey is set, we have everything
we need; our way is mapped out. We don’t
see the mountain ahead until we crash
head on into it. All of a sudden we are climbing.
scared and alone, injuredand without a compass. We toughen up or
we die. We can give up or keep going but
we'll never be the same carefree wanderers we were.
We will bear these scars forever.One day we find ourselves on the other side
of that range and though the steps are easier, we
are forever changed. We know now
that the road may be smooth, the scenesserene; but tomorrow
there could be another mountain,
an ocean to cross, or a valley to traverse.