I am stopped along my path - a place to wait.
A place to organize and ponder, to reflect.
And the rain beats down.
And I wonder,
What will the summer bring?
I once thought that I could plan my life.
But, more and more, I relinquish my hold.
I surrender to the road, to the path that leads my soul
From place to place. And I don’t know what it means or where it goes.
But somehow I trust the thing that’s coming
Even though I have no idea what it is.
