another passage ending
What is to come, only tomorrow knows
As a man I feel like an almost defeated sportsman
I seem to always be siding with the losing team of late
Their disappointment is my own
I try to make my own way, and some of the choices I make are downright ridiculous
Spur of the moment
Without foundation or substance
Stupid in some respect
Dangerous in the lack of it
No ill do I wish upon any other
In fact, a helping hand is one thing I always have to offer
But, what options are open as the year closes?
To carry on in a stubborn pig-headed self made fashion?
Or is it time to stop
Time to turn around
Face the fact that on my own I am destined for nothing
So I set to thinking
And I say to myself, or in prayer, Ok, how about it will go like this.....
And I start to make the plans again, and I will do this and I will do that....
And I find I am back where I started aren't I....
Trying to fashion the future of my own will
So, all I have now is realisation
Realisation that it is time to give up these things of the self.
The comfortable and the easy
So all I have is you
You who made me
Who gave me everything, every single thing that i possess
Which is plenty
Every precious thing that i broke and you stuck back together
This is not despair, for I see that is for others, not I
I am stopping the car
Getting out of the driving seat
And will wait here for you until you come to take my hand
To take me into the next year, on a new road, 'less travelled' perhaps....
The road home.