The trip has seemed long,
Getting closer, getting strong.
Taken paths circuitously,
And many not so carefully.
Always wanting some guiding light,
Just to be sure the choice was right.
Constantly peddling forward,
Often moving backward.
Making the same mistakes,
Experiencing many heartaches.
Reasons, though, for every choice,
Perhaps responding to an inner voice.
Facing challenges, learning to cope,
Wanting to recreate hope.
Acknowledging experience gained,
Realizing only One should lead unrestrained.
The struggle has long been,
The war between the head and heart,
Learning to discern the better part,
To find the soul within.