The Destination

Is it Destiny?

Or is it Luck?

Is it Faith?

Or is it Trust?

Is it Now?

Or is it Then?

Do we have the answer?

Are we living-walking or walking-living?

Maybe we go on like the river

Snaking its way

Always forwards

Never backwards

Trusting that the destination is always ahead

Never behind

But what if the destination was behind?

And we went too far

Do we panic?

Do we keep on moving?

Whom do we call on for rescue?

Maybe we stand still

And wait for the destination to come by again

But who said it will?