A Path

Swirling round the open air.
Haven’t got a single care.
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Do as wished while ignoring sorrow.
For these days are what you make them.
No point in treading water and forsaking,
Things that may never come to pass.
What matters most is enjoying this path.
One you walk alone or with a group.
Doesn’t matter as long as you choose,
That which suits you best.
Instead of kowtowing to all the rest.
With a spring in your step and a smile on your face.
Means you’re already a winner in your race.
For there is no first or last to speak.
These are simply words to describe of what I speak.
Which is why you should do as you please.
Not focus on what others decree.
For they have a path just like you.
And we must walk it as we each see best to do.