Geography

This man has been on a path of "don't know",
sometime feeling that every obstacle is not the Everett,
but, yes, a mountain, high mountain and full of paths,
which one to take, which one to experience,
years pass by with music and people, smile and tears,
phone calls, or text messages, or now Facebook.
The mountains become easier to climb, more enjoyable to live,
up and downs for sure, but it feels the man is in better shape.
You take a picture of him, and see strong legs, but mostly strong soul.
Courageous, playful, opinionated, humble, real, human
eager, He yearns to discover things in every corner, and every face encountered,
sometime he misses them, but always remember, and that is when he wakes up to the adventure.
Smiling to the sky, and simply saying to himself
"I am here, I'm living,
if I missed them, I can not let them miss me,
they want to know my story,
just a little bit".
The mountains are now part of a geography of a world,
the geography of a man who thought he had lost his path,
the truth was, he did not have the right pencils and crayons to add all the colors,
not more blacks and whites,
instead,
yellows, reds, purples, oranges, browns, greens, blues,
a lot of blues, and a lot of greens,
it is looking good, simple, but good and beautiful.