Walk the Line

Thinking back to days gone by, in memories reposed.

I wonder how I got this way, to live the life I know.

What shaped me into what I am, complete with faults divine?

How did I become a man, who tries to walk the line?

Experience has made me wise, enough to know I’m not,

And helped me see beyond myself, to live as I was taught.

The challenges I face each day, they make me wonder why?

Why is it that good things fade, and why do good men die?

The lens by which we see the world improves throughout our life.

It changes as we question why and darkens with our strife.

It lightens when we open up, our minds to new ideas.

And widens with a new refuge, when we refuse to hide.

A part of me it dies each time, I open up my heart,

But through that death is bred new life, and knowledge to impart.

In life I find that what I want is not what I’ve received,

And through experience I’m taught to trust and just believe.

More frequently it’s what I’ve got that teaches what I want.

And helps me reach a place beyond the target I once sought.

But through my life, with all its woes, and happiness divine,

I’ve come to learn just who I am, and how to walk the line.