The Journey

I'd give you all of me if I could.
But there is pieces of me scattered everywhere.
There's a piece at that trail where I used to walk and watch the sunset.
The awe is still there, a phantom limb I will not shake.

There's a piece somewhere in a lake with cold water.
I can still feel it crashing against the stones.
Another is somewhere along a country back road.
The wind tosses it around and where it lands, no one will ever know.

I even left a piece across the ocean, tucked up in a little cafe just sipping latte.
And of course, there's the piece I gave away to every person that ever deigned to love me in any way.

But for every piece I give away there's always something to take its place.
Souvenirs I pick up from every person and every destinations along the way.

I am mod podge masterpiece.
But I will always be this way, sprinkling out pieces of me like stardust everywhere I go.
Can't you see? It's the only way I know.