The Road

Blood drips from the many sepals

The sunlight glistens with the sweat

Upon your face I look and see

The change from smiles to wet

The tide has made a willing turn

The shift is obvious and it breaks

The leaves turning an amber shade

Oh it is my heart that aches

Sadly we must weave through the bushes

And we simply cannot go back

We must learn to be in the present

And that’s just simply a fact

We listen to the call of the wild

What can be, what we can make

Of ourselves in the right time

And find the road we want to take