Ticket 2 Ride

Many dents, but not broken
Overlooked often and passed by
Memories best forgotten
Patience to become a butterfly

Finding a foothold, hanging on
Hand over hand upright again
No safety net below, no false steps
Forget the music there’s no violin

Lessons are many if you pay attention
Bruising easy, leaving many scars
The skin grows thick and feelings harden
Someday written in your memoirs

The world stretches around to your backside
Trails advance in each direction
If you are in search of the answer
Every water body offers reflection