Connections

As of late, I've been chugging along track by track
No push or pull, no map at hand
Embers aglow in my firebox, waiting

I'm a wanderer, even lost
Not sure what I'm in search of, no longer searching
Let the tracks take me where they lead.

And then I caught a glimpse; a peek of me -- myself.
The old me, the new me, the future me:
the alive, awake, inspired me

Too vain to say our meeting was like looking in a mirror
Much truer to say I found a soul
whom I've somehow known all along