Rights of Passage #8
(Turning on the Road)
 
 

Stopping by the wayside to take a little time
Sipping at a cool drink sitting in the shade
Sorting through the questions piled way high up in my mind
Needing and not wanting answers to be made
Wondering if I took the time to watch dark turn to light
Standing with that someone
Would it somehow be all right

Moving down the highway, certain road by now
Stretching out before me, smiling in the sun
Blowing free the pieces which I never quite tied down
Singing something silent and shouting out the words
Watching life slip quickly by the window of my world
Sensing more than seeing
In the darkness of the night

Speeding faster onwards to the end as it unfolds
Wrapping up those pieces, broken, used and old
Tossing in a waste bin on the lonely travelled road
Shaping something different in the recess of my mind
Soothing something hurting in the deep wounds of my soul
Needing comes to wanting
But then darkness turns to cold

Stopping at a roadblock, someone with a sign
Speaking in a language they'll never understand
Waving me on past at the shoulder of the road
Spinning wheels and flinging stones, slowing once again
Wasting time as usual while tripping through this life
Passing turns to speeding
Just to move on down the road

Thumping at the steering wheel, no patience here today
Sitting in the blistering heat of prairie summer sun
Thinking of that cool lake way back along the way
Wishing I had stayed there spellbound with that tune
Loving just the memory of listening to those eyes
Leaving was not easy
When it all just seemed so right

Driving up the mountains and looking back behind
Continuing on the road I chose is so damn hard right now
Repeating twice the question "Is the road ahead or passed"
Knowing that directions are sometimes turned around
Screaming at the ocean I'll never see again
Turning now to go back
And I know now quite for sure

That beginning is believing in everything you do
Doing and not waiting is the the answer to this life
Bending and not breaking is for the brave at heart
Seeing is almost finding the spirit of life itself
Living without love is never coming home
Finding you and sharing
Is what it's all about