The journey is much longer when you don’t know where you’re going <br />Many travel down the path that is wide. <br />You don’t really know your destination in the distance; you just follow your feet, <br />And the path is obscured by the incoming tide. <br /> <br />It’s OK to leave the roads, to obscure lands and river flows, <br />A turn here a turn there, because your journeys not to share. <br />Etched in the memory of unpaved paths, through mud, trees and fragile grass; <br />That compresses underneath your feet, yet springs back up to meet, <br /> <br />The memory of you. <br />You were once there. <br /> <br />You may have gone round in a circle at one stage, maybe turned back in sweltering rage, <br />Of a bad mistake or misguided bearing, which came about from being too caring. <br />Though when you remember the trees, the grass and the river flowing, <br />You will then realise, through those experienced eyes, <br />That the journeys much longer when you don’t know where you’re going. <br /> <br />Your footprints do not fade upon the delicate grass, <br />And in your memory and legend forever last.<br /><br />Nathan Downing<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/footprints-never-fade/
