Life holds the most intriguing of things,
That only occur when you look away
Focus on some tangible conjecture,
And watch it float past on the wind
But I've come not to fret upon direction,
Knowing that gusts have returned again
That there's some balance sure,
In all the things that we're to ever touch
Wisdom or understanding or whim,
Some dreams are resilient even on pause
And no one knows the color of a home,
Lest they've been in its presence long
Not even a wandering dreamer,
Though I've tasted its many paths
North has always been north,
For as long as you can see your feet
And on those days you've stopped,
Sometimes an extra pair were there
The same dirt clung to four soles,
Reminding you that all life is a struggle
And If its ever to mean anything,
You might arrive home with unclean feet
But you can quit chasing forever,
Resting about on today's blissful sting
Or you can believe in miracles,
Where everything is different and still the same
