Your origin isn’t your destiny
Your start isn’t your finish
The place of your beginning
Will soon begin to vanish
As you turn the first of your corners
And see your next new skyline
You’ll be tempted to see your past
As something you can side-line
But after years of finding fresh corners
After repeated shifts in direction
You’ll find that your zigs and your zags
Take you to points of reflection
Where your origins find significance
As a wobbly first foundation
For your subsequent daily choices
That led you to this junction
And as you choose your left or your right
As you wander on roads yet travelled
You’ll find your earliest steps
Braced you for the next battle
Not Too Poetry 