Track Through

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There's no track to life. We have to free roam or pave a path through.

Submitted: February 14, 2018

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Happiness is a turntable

Where the doves cry

In the womb.

Antlers on crocodiles

Make us think that . . .

Chaos ensues.

But have another look

You’ll see more clearly

That the crocodile is a moose.

Its scales are fur

Rendered sharp by the wind

Its sharp teeth are grass . . .

Hanging loose

 

Water will quench the fire

When the brigade is out

In their steel-toe boots.

Don’t let the floor

Give way on you now

You’ll be falling through . . .

Someone’s roof.

And if they yell out

Offer your hand in help

One good deed is done

Before evil’s loose.

Stoke the fire

With your compassionate touch

Tear the walls down . . .

While the blaze ensues

 

There’s no track to life

We’re running on the roads

Feeling like . . .

We’re living in a caboose.

We all want to be

In the front seat

But control has broken loose.

The rate of speed

At which we travel

Cannot be determined . . .

Only deduced.

If you don’t know

The difference, man . . .

Think one is one, and one is two

 

The forest of life

Is thick with excess growth

It’s too dark in there

So you want to vamoose.

Don’t fret, my dear

Bring your flashlight

Or else you won’t . . .

Find your way through.

Ain’t that the way

When we try to navigate

Life’s road and our heart too.

Just remember . . .

There’s no track to life

We have to free roam . . .

Or pave a path through

 

Just remember . . .

There’s no track to life

We have to free roam . . .

Or pave a path through

 

Bring your flashlight

When you try to navigate

Life’s hits and caresses too.

There are dark times

And lighter ones . . .

But your flashlight

Will help you through.

It’s a scary land

Inside our head

Corners we know and . . .

Passages we never knew.

Just remember . . .

Always watch your feet

And don’t forget . . .

Your head too

 

It’s a scary land

Inside your head

Faeries and demons run loose.

Keep the light ready

It’s always handy

When looking for . . .

The ghosts haunting you

 

Just be careful when

You round that bend

You never know . . .

What will come at you.

Don’t take a gun

Or a knife, my friend

You can’t kill . . .

That part of you

 

It’s a scary land

Inside your head

You can’t kill . . .

That part of you.

Just remember . . .

There’s no track to life

We have to free roam . . .

Or pave a path through

 

As you make your way

Take a break

From time to time . . .

See who’s helping you.

It may surprise

Or it may not

Either way, you’ll know . . .

Who’s watching out for you

 

You can’t kill . . .

That part of you.

Just remember . . .

You have friends to help you through


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