If life was made of footprints I wonder how many you would have made.
Where you would have travelled and who would be there with you.
How many walls, streets and roads you have travelled that will determined your life's end.
Will you travel the wide road that causes everyone to experience the same life.
Or will you travel the narrow road full of adventures that some people have never been before.
Going before so that others may know the barely traveled roads.
Where bush and trees are an adventure and a place were your not alone but guided by the trees.
Which way next only your heart knows best.
Following the hidden treasure map.
The one your heart sings about the place where only you can find out.
In the heart of hearts you would know that following this dream is the only place for me.
How many worn paths have we traveled back and forth. Houses we have lived in and rooms we have contended in.
If a footprint was a description of a life who knows where your feet will find a place to rest and stare.
