#2861-Onward

When I stare,

At those golden fields,

I’m carried back,

To earlier times,

When I walked,

From morning until night,

In search of answers,

To questions,

I had yet to ask.

And it was then,

The journey began,

Leading to places,

Foreign and unforeseen,

Where destiny awaited,

To be discovered,

Or passed by unseen.