Walk the path
Let not the path go
Wait for guidance
Leave your soul to grow
The path a journey
The journey a path
Choices
Decisions
Try as you may never to ask
The cycle is infinite
Proving life is unlimited
Choices forsaken
Show the path never taken
Then comes the time
When we reach the end
Where the path winds to the sea
We walk solemnly to be
Where one sits and gazes to the horizon
Watching for the epiphany
Counting the sands of time
All in all
The Path was kind
Journals Of Enreal 
The Path was indeed kind.
I think the path can come to the sea before the end..! 🙂
Lovely uplifting sentiments, Enreal. I particularly like the first stanza. Isn’t it interesting to consider “the end”? A man who lived long ago, named Paul of Tarsus, considered it just the beginning. Wow.
The path whatever it may be we will gain from it. If we took another path, the path we are taking now would have been lost. So in the end, it matters not what path we take, what matters is what we do on the path we take.
I suppose in the end the path is kind. . . but it is a journey we all must take, regardless. “Try as you may never to ask” – is there any reason why we should never ask, Enreal? Please elaborate.
Peace, Light and Love. . .
CordieB.
Oh how I have missed reading your poetry, I can’t tell you how good it feels to be able to sit finally with a HUGE cup of coffee and just absorb. This one is especially beautiful for me perhaps because it is close to my soul. Hugs
Aaaah…all in all, the path is really kind and just amazing, like each word of your poetry. They are really inspirational.