Life's Journey

I walk along a dusty trail.
A clean trail made of ice.
The sharp rocks hurt my bare feet.
I will have quite a task to get this mud off my shoes
each step is one step in every step there is to step on this step.
a long journey is made up of many small parts
which are the giant pieces of any small journey
the only way to escape the small, cold, rocky path,
is to simply put on your boots, walk through the mud
soon you find yourself lost in the woods.