Each step I make upon this path
Pulls me close to fate,
A destiny I don’t yet know;
My destiny can wait.
Feet in flight or stillness run
Through worlds we cannot see,
At speeds no cheetah could outrun
These feet will outrun me.
Well behind myself I know
I am constrained to life,
Where people live, then work, then die.
My goals placed on a knife.
I sense the feet no longer flee
That they have found their dream.
Though slower than my soul I know
My own soon too will gleam.