Life is a journey
many choose to follow a single path
but i tend to let mine wander
wander like a deer in the forest
one moment part of a group, of friends and family
and the next, abandoned, confused, and alone
alone because of weakness
singled out by the others
because of faults only they can see
after many long hard battles, some wom, but most shamed in defeat,
you start to lose hope,
for what good is a pond without water?
You feel that evrything is lost,
that you cannot possably go on
suddenly, you see your herd!
the place where you belong
but as you are crossing the path, the last sliver of your journey,
you are struck down and killed
murdered by a monster who did not care enough to slow down
in too much of a hurry to be where they wanted to be, not where they needed to be
but even though your body lies rotting on the ground,
your journey is not over
it will continue into the next life, or mabey the one after that,
but your journey is never truely over,
until you have reached the place you belong, and the people you belong with
until then you must keep wandering.