I was born in house at the end of a one-way, dead-end street.

I do not know how I came to be there.

I simply was there one day.

When I finally left home,

I found it impossible to find my way back.

As search through the pathways of life,

I realized I was always on a one-way street

With no way of turning back.

I could not return to the moments

From which I had departed.

Life continually has pushing me forward everyday

To this point at which I now stand.

As look around,

I am left with only the choice

To continue along my pathway to things greater and unknown,

Or stand as I am now.

Nevertheless I can not return from where I have came

Back to the beginning of my one-way, dead-end road.

All of my turns and choices

Along the forks of life’s road can not be undone.

They stay as a set courseway of my travels

And veering wayward rises and declines.

Sometimes bumpy,

Sometimes smooth,

my pathway leads me on to somewhere

in my one direction I travel

Along life’s one-way, dead-end road.