Where am I going?
A question I do not know,
the simple answer.
I’m going somewhere,
the truth harder than fiction,
that I like to write.
What do I mean then?
it’s simple – I am now old,
older than before.
The road ahead calls,
beckoning me with a trip,
to somewhere unknown.
It may be the place,
that I need to find myself,
like what I was young.
