This Walk.

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

I am on a path,
and I don't exactly know just where it wants to lead,
but I don't intend on finding out.

All around me,
adjacent to my standing,
are the first steps to all my futures.

They are not the destinations,
and they are not the aim,
they are just scenes along the way.

I could stay my place
and ride it out,
but this is not the journey that I care to finish.

Every day I wake
with these choices laid before me,
and every day it's the same;

I scan the distance, my horizon-
baring future futures,
until I see your face.

And I take a step.