Spontaneous Electricity (The Journey)

every time i reach what i think is the end of my road... something happens... storms come, destroying everything behind me. the moon comes out, and i find another fork in the path. voices whisper, and tell me it's going to be all right... just keep walking... i find i own nothing, not even the clothes on my back... my memories, merely twigs for the fire. and what i thought i knew, no more than tiny sparks in the darkness... so letting go, i move on... tired, and weary, too often alone... i want to pray, but keep looking inward. i stop to rest, and look up... that same star from long ago... my spirit humming, i rise up and go... tonite, tomorrow, perhaps the end is near, perhaps far... and i've come to know... that life is but the journey!