The older I get the longer the road becomes.

And can I look back.

And the paths that were winding, seem straighter.

The view that was clouded, seems clearer.

The directions that were daunting, so simple.

And it’s like it all makes sense.

And yet at the same time, I feel more lost than I ever did.

And yet at the same time, I don’t feel lost at all.

Because now that I see things as they are,

I can no longer see them as I wanted them to be.

And I can no longer be somebody that I am not.

Because looking back means that I’m not there anymore.

I’m just looking back.

And the older I get the longer the road becomes.