as the weight of time begins to show the cracks in my foundation and the years wash over me reshape me like a stream rushing over stone i can not help but wonder have my greatest adventures reached the sea washed away long gone now just tales i tell in the dark a distant memory of who i no longer am

did i climb the right branches in this tree of life or was there some great adventure around the other side of the trunk an epic filled with tales and triumph my odyssey

but then i wonder what have i missed searching for answers in a tree i left behind some miles ago