While walking along a crooked dirt path,
Staring down at your feet,
Finding only but pebbles and glass,
And nothing underneath,
Are you struggling to see the good,
The reason for it all?
Are you cautiously proceeding,
Worried you might fall?
Are you wary of the steps you take
Each one seeming wrong,
Are you always searching for a break,
Or a branch to lean on?
Are you tiring of wandering on and on,
Never getting a reward,
Or are you searching for an upside,
Something you haven’t seen before?
You’ll realize one day, when a friend reaches out, a flower in each hand
That all you’ve done is stare at the dirt,
Thinking the world to be bland
You’ll ask that person these few short words,
“Where did you find such a thing?”
And they’ll smile and say,
“They’re just a few yards off the path, haven’t you been looking?”
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