All roads lead to...

The fights we fight

the battles we lose

the losses we cut

the cuts and wounds.

That heal and form

that reform and age

and emerge again

a wiser adage.

A truer moment

an era, a day

the lesser truth, all

fade slowly away -

- but we just rush,

to the finishing line.

Like lost wisdom,

we emerge again

regain our form, and

lay open to pain.

We prepare to cut,

prepare to bruise,

and battle to fight

and fight to lose … 

… another moment

far away,

a love, a life,

another yesterday.

And we just rush,

(but why must we rush?)

to the finishing line.

Once more

Here I go…

again into the unknown.

The surroundings are familiar,

I’ve been here before, but this time is different.

Today, it feels permanent.

Again life is packed,

The road is ready

I just need to go.

I’ve been here before, but this time is different,

I don’t know the words.

How many times will I do it?

How many places will it take?

It feels permanent…

                   …as it has felt before.

Jump into the adventure…

Here I go again…

The weary traveller gets excited once more.

HC