When I awoke to a morning not yesterday,
Young was I as my first footsteps were learned.
Walked did I into each different day,
The more I traveled, the more I changed.
I learned of words, I saw many things,
The sun I saw rise but now it’s overhead.
The leaves I saw were shaken from the trees,
As the world turned, again the leaves were to be.
Once a young boy played in the snow,
The more he walked, the less the snow would fall.
Sometimes he would see but things could not be seen,
A road traveled so fast, a blind man was he.
He walked very far, a life on his feet,
He’s on his way back, almost home, older than he use to be.