long walk home

Walking a trail not knowing, not knowing where you are.

What the hey, where do I stay, am I good or not.

The trail, the trail, oh the long trail.

Tired, thirsty, I need the trail.

I have no clue where to go, not a soul will tell.

I try to stop cars, but at night they are alarmed.

At night they think I am a thug.

But no, I will not give up easly, I will not stop going.

The moon is full, my mind is empty.

The street numbers look the same where ever I go.

Oh no, what do I do, I need the right trail.

What tail do I seek, what life do I compare.

My mind keeps on turning, but I am not aware.

I ask some one on their patio, oh the hope I do seek.

They give me the right direction, they give me the correct beat.

But I forget, and yet, my mind goes blank in a sec.

My life feels drained, and you bet.

I find the trail, the trail home, the trail that I seek.

The right path I follow, and now I'm home.

Thanks to the three kind ladies who help me find the trail.

R.M.