steady as she goes

am i there yet?

when will that day be here?

it seems i am always waiting for what comes next,

rushing through the days and weeks, months and years.

i'm losing focus.

holding on to one countdown after another.

i'm always looking for the next piece of the journey

or wishing for the past.

what is the destination i'm longing for?

maybe it's already here.

stop asking myself when i'll get there. each day i'm where i ought to be.

the present may not always be my favorite part,

but looking for greener pastures only dims the light that shines today.

steady as she goes, steady as she goes,

one day at a time.

joy in the journey.