This trail ahead of me,
empty and free.
What is in store,
what do I need more of?

Little gifts along the way appear,
more of them as I draw near.
Hopes and dreams,
all the inbetweens.

Symphony of harmony,
tread on with delicacy,
envision the purity,
set your soul free.

I line them up like pieces of chess,
what I want more and what I want less.
It is all whithin this Waltz of life,
mingled in my errant steps of strife.