I’m packing even lighter
Those that I thought
Wanted to come along
Decided instead to stay
Behind they shall remain
Like so many before
Remember this my friends
We’re all just motorboats
The wake behind you
Is always more turbulent
Than the calm sea
Out there in front
Stretching to the horizon
Fate and destiny
Aren’t the same
Fate is what
Happens when one
Doesn’t pursue his
Or her destiny
Take a backseat
To your life
And fate happens
Climb in front
Grab the wheel
And the next
Stop is destiny
There is no better
Time for an adventure
Than right this minute
Time never ever waits
So why should we
Go out be crazy
Try something new kiss
A stranger dream big
And make it happen
The only ones holding
Us back is us
I’m not missing anyone
How strange this is
I’m not saying goodbye
This time around because
I’m taking the old
With me into new
I guess that says
For the first time
In my life I’m
Beginning to make the
Right decisions for me
And no one else
I used to write
About things and about
Feelings and about experiences
That is until I
Studied a winter tree
Free from its leaves
I noticed a similarity
There’s one central thing
That makes all other
Things possible I knew
Then that writing about
Was different than writing
From and that simple
Idea made the difference
I am the tree
My words the branches
And readers its leaves
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 