I do not know what destiny beholds
all I know is I am growing old.
The plan is one unique to me alone
Far away I see the engraved stone,
That will mark my journey with a beginning and end
but what really counts is what happens
in between the space marked by the dash.
The plan was sketched.
The dream was created;
although sometimes deferred.
Yet the butterfly lead the way one day.
What else is there to say?
My unique destiny
is a road with many stones.
A road on which
I must take each step alone.