To Each Their Own

Hey everyone.  Was talking to Cara recently and mentioned posting something new on here.  This is an old one--wrote it several years ago, but I've been largely unable to write poetry since then.  Hope you like it.

To each your own, and may you find
Another road has grown in and
You've lost the one that went behind you
Out of sight it goes

But on you go, again you find
Some thing you know, some reason why
And on ahead, to ease your mind
Oh, far away you go

And then perhaps someday you find
There's something that's escaped your mind
And you need a friend to calm you down
To pick you up and bring you round
But all you have are roads to walk
Where no one talks, no
No one makes a sound

So find yourself some friendly face
A stranger in some lonely place
Where no one'd want to know your name
Or talk to you, or play your games
And why would they?
What could you say?
You know they're not the same

But on they go, again they find
The things they know, their reasons why
That pull their ships and ease their minds
You know they do just fine

And so

To each their own, and may they find
Another road has grown in and
They've lost the one that went behind them
Maybe then they'll know

And then they find they reach the end
And you know that no one listens then
When broken they return again
But don't ask them then--what could you gain?
Or why would you?
What could they do?
You know they're not the same

And so on you go, to each your own
The roads you know, the milestones
That mark the progress that you've grown
And towards what end you go

And so you go
And as you know
And as you seek and as you sow

And so you reep
And so you find
And as you live and so you die

And by the sword
And every word
To each your own and may you find