journeyman troubles

I observed it here and there,
in the quietness of my gaze-
an untrodden path lying bare,
still shrouded by future's haze.
and looking quietly I began to wonder
over a future most others would squander.

There is a power will
that I must recognize,
it would be a desired thrill
to pass the path by my eyes.
Yet, some wisdom's heart still remains,
so I look away with familiar pains.

But still again and again,
my path is cruelly parted
and I cannot help but lift my chin
to cast a glance on waters uncharted.
Belabored still more my frustration grows,
till I ask for answers no one knows.

Always unanswered I pass it by,
focusing intently on my work at hand.
But looking toward that unseen sky,
I feel the boundaries of this yellow land...
How heavy that golden color can be,
pressing its purposes down upon me...

My life has been such as this:
solitary and full of passing thought.
Anxious I await the striking of fate's kiss,
when I will know it wasn't all for naught.