So, down the trail, I started my way,
But, so anxious to get where I wanted to be,
I forgot to enjoy what I had that day.
I wanted to be there, where I would go,
Not thinking about the how or why,
I just wanted to get there too fast, I think,
Not even stopping to view the sky.
Unnoticed went the trees and the flowers,
I passed them by without one look,
When, really, they were what counted most,
But my time was not something I took.
Yet, when you look back at the obscured past,
Your journeys were the only thought,
Though we pass our journeys by and by,
Forgetting what it was we first sought.