Sometimes...

 

Sometimes, an explosion will defuse time’s bomb

and sometimes, a stranger will lead you back home.

Sometimes, a puddle becomes a river mouth,

the true north is lost but you find a true south.

 

Sometimes, a door might be only a panel,

whitewaters be an irrigation channel.

The days might turn from you like opposing poles

and sometimes the polestar becomes a black hole.

 

Sometimes, your courage will shrink to a splinter,

all tracks will vanish in cold depths of winter,

words will seem meaningless, maps will feel flawed.

Know that the road chooses you, not you the road.

 

Wherever they diverge, each fork and each bend -

trust them. They’ll take you to the journey’s right end.