ONE WAY TICKET

I travel on a one-way ticket with no way back.
Going ever forward down life's chosen track.
My final destination has always been preset.
From that very first moment that I drew breath.

The road I chose meanders the way forward is slow.
Did I choose the righteous path of that I do not know.
There is no point in looking backwards at mistakes I've made.
Each mile I've walked held memories, but memories tend to fade.

So I'll keep moving forward down my predestined line.
My compass is all encompassing for it is held by the hands of time.
As I slow down, time itself moves faster my days now all collide.
Headstones are my mile markers beset on every side.

I am not searching for answers for I have long since known the truth.
That wisdom is so often wasted on the exuberance of youth.
But I was never one to listen, I was to headstrong to pay heed.
As time draws me ever closer now to my hour of need.

Out there in the not so distant future my date with destiny awaits.
I have always known the outcome but I still ponder on my fate.
Redemption sounds so redeeming but no one can be saved.
For the hands of time that rocked the cradle are the ones that dig the grave.