Weeds

I have no set goal
Planned out plainly
As most do
My path is foggy
only end result apparent
I have faith
That will happen
Is to be
What I do
Will lead to that
In the end what
Is simple
 
I have paths
Covered in weeds
Growing towards
one final goal
Weeds being trimmed
They still grow wild
Yet to be tamed
Brambly
Can't agree
Haven't decided
On a direction
 
One day I'll trim these
The next those
When I settle
On one weed is left
That weed leads
To my result
For me by me
Happiness and memories
Toils and trials
Finally resting
 
Without awareness
But knowledge
of what is
what will be
what has been
all questions answered
forever peace
together forever more
questions answered