There’s such a gulf between
where I am right now
and where I want to be
I keep carrying on
but some days are such a struggle
and the scenery never changes
I can’t quite cross the distance
and the weight I bear grows heavier
with every single footstep
And I can’t escape the feeling
to stop and help each stranger
I find along these pathways
I’ve given them so much of me
I’m not sure what’s left
I take a few more ounces
off each and every shoulder
The burdens on my own back
grow greater with each addition
I can’t keep thinking maybe
won’t make it to my ending
if I keep on stopping
to take a little more
That stranger that I’m looking for
around each and every corner
isn’t waiting for me
I have to go myself
I have to learn to hold this weight
high above my body
and drag it through the growth ahead
if I’m to find my way
