A thousand roads

I am who I am...
And I make no apologies,
Nor beg for understanding.
I travel high roads.. 

I seek gleaming treasures on distant shores
You choose to see the beauty you see
You choose to throw praise at me
You deny the ebbs that toss me out to sea
You accept that its a beautiful reverie...
But that doesn't change that;
I remain who I am.

I am my sun, my moon, my star
I shine, I dazzle, I live in wonder.
I am a force unleashed
I am a tough tenderness..

Call me a riddle,
Call me a river..
Call me deep still waters..
It doesn't change that..
I remain a mystery,

Who I am is not a subject,
But a beautiful encounter..
A dozen roads may emerge at sunset
But with every thirst for adventure,
Is that old familiar brook ,
That always flows back to You!