At times when life is quickly passing by
And settling into routine
The adventurer feels lost and far from home
Yet, trudges on searching.
Hope and motivation, slowly draining into non-existence
Though existing as spirit
When far away an interrupted cry calls out
Offering adventure once more.
To where does this cry call out from?
Only known when heard.
For what reason to follow the small cry
But to find answers?
Following out into the dark, uncertain life trails.
Trusting in adventure found.
Holding on to old motivation and hope within
Sensing opportunity for renewal.
Lost in darkness to find a new light
Walking old and new.
Meeting what’s old to recognize learning what’s new.
To continue adventuring on.
When the answer is found and recognized fully
Inspiration and spirit ignite.
Looking around the new terrain, it feels similar.
Adventurous home once more.