The Journey

As we travel through our years And look back we can see That all we did and where we've been We never could foresee All of the paths our lives would lead And so we just kept pace And found ourselves living lives Never in one place. We zigzagged here and zigzagged there Never in a straight line. But, as you look back on it all There never was a sign Saying, "Go this way or take this road." We just made a choice. Sometimes right, sometimes wrong And then inside a voice Questioned you, asked you why You went where you went The answer of course is the journey. It's where you were sent.