Poetry Bus Poem - The One

THE ONE

Lately I’ve started to wonder,

what if life isn’t that complicated after all.

What if decisions just caused interesting scenery,

and the road itself was nothing at all?

Yes I know, if we were lucky we managed,

to pick up lots of love and wonder on our way,

and for all of that I'm eternally grateful,

but the road just a road all the same.

Actually when did the pathway become more than the person?

If it has, maybe we’ve lost more than ourselves on its path.

There’s no doubt that my road brought its pain and its passion,

but is it not just a road after that?

When I was little, I had big dreams filled with silly notions,

of all sorts of things that could never quite be.

When I was young and didn’t know any better,

and life’s lessons were all about being free.

I’ve thought long and hard about most of life’s key decisions,

although I’ve learned less than I might well have done.

Though I’ve noticed one thing very distinctive about them,

that ultimately, I am the one.