Travels

There's a long road I travel down,
Between the snow and all the sun
Sometimes I prefer to slow and walk
But other times, my body strives to run

I fight the urge to rush past
All the beauty, or the shame
I try to take the wide scene in,
And it doesn't look at all the same

The shadows flicker in and out
Or sometimes the bright sun may shine
I walk alone and yet I doubt
The faded prints are only mine

Upon first glance it seems that I
Have truly walked on my own,
But if you watch, so closely
The scene clearly changes tone

Instead of emptiness hanging
About my small single frame,
The ghosts of travels past
Visit me, surrounding to proclaim

Next time that I believe
that nobody has shared this road
I should try hard to remember
That no one is supremely alone

Thousands have walked down and seen
this length road of mine
They've witnessed the changing scene
Long before even my time

I wonder about this thoughtful phrase
As most people are sure to do
It is then that I realize
what the wise spirits say is true

Next time I wonder if my feelings are alone,
I must remember what the voices say
and know, that others may have strove to run
As they travel down the old, lengthy road.