It’s not where you’ve been, but where you’ll go,
The dreams you chase, the seeds you sow.
The past may shape, but cannot bind,
For forward lies the road you’ll find.

Footprints fade on trails behind,
Their lessons stay, but don’t define.
Each sunrise brings a brand-new chance,
A step ahead, a forward glance.

So lift your gaze, let shadows fall,
It’s where you’re going, after all.
The journey’s yours to rise and steer,
A future bright, a path mad clear.

Created by
MarkWaldrop