When
traveling through life' s wanderings,
One
comes to places of rest
Where
others have been before
So
that when you come, you are relaxed
And
become comfortable easily.
Sometimes
one will come to a place
Where
they want to rest,
But
no one has been there before.
And
they will pass on by,
Not
willing to risk the hassle of
Being
the first, or be
Too
anxious and too demanding
To
be patient,
And
scar the poor place.
Yet
some will arrive at an
Untouched
place
And
be patient, and loving,
And
turn it into a comfortable place.
Then
maybe they will stay and settle down
In
that place to live forever.
Or
maybe they will be evicted or leave
Of
their own accord
And
continue their journey.
